If you are not familiar with 'Dragon Style', it's worth reading it. Otherwise, you will have no idea what's  happening. This is BEFORE the epilogue

Sheira knocked on the door. 'Don't tell me you are trying to sell me something' said the voice behind the door.

       'I'm not' Sheira replied. 'You will pay for lying, nobody EVER knocks on my door' sad the

   voice once more. 'Open the door' said Sheira forcefully. 'NO' said the voice, now ridden with anger.

                                     'Then I guess you will have to deal with me' Sheira replied. The voice luaghed. 'A

             defenceless peasent, wanting to fight me, are you? well come on, I haven't had a good fight in

       years!'. 'Oh its gonna be good'. The door opened, and a tall man in black stepped out. His long,

    grey and black beard reached the floor. Sheira's brown hair that reached the end of her face looked very well kept

compared to this mans hair.  'Well, Mr Casako Ruins, I have a fight for you' she said. Then maybe a thousand

     or so people emerged. They had amour harder than steel, and swords as sharp as knives.

                                                                         'I have more if you want a better fight' Sheira said.

  But Mr Casako Ruins turned down the offer. 'Shame really' was the reply he got from Sheira. 'Well, you will be suprised'

 replied Mr Casako.  And then crows came flying into the picture, there black backs looking like leather dipped in black,

          there beaks hooked, as though they were ready to fight. 'Bring it on, birdies' Sheira said. And with that, the birds swarmed

  down onto the solders, they were very hard to kill because of their size. 'Well, our armies have abandon us, so we just have to

                               fight the old faishoned way' said Sheira looking at Mr Casako's minions dropping out of the air.

         The crows wern't doing much harm to Sheira's army. They just seemed to be bothering them.

                                        'Well, what are you waiting for?' she asked. 'Nothing'

          replied Mr Casako. 'Good'. And with that being said, Sheira punched Mr Casako right in the face. He stumbled

                             back, but Sheira was already onto him again, punching and kicking him, until he came away with a

  bloody nose, and said. 'I surrender'. 'Good decision' Sheira replied. Sheira turned, and went back to her horse.

      She clambered up onto the horse, and took the reins. 'Goodbye Mr Casako' she said. Mr Casako went inside and

   sat down. Why had Sheira come knocking on his door to fight him? Why did she only want a fight? It made no

             sence to him.

      Meanwhile, Sheira was galloping along a beach at high speeds. Her army behind her. 'Well we can say that was very

  well done! Exactly what I needed from him. Mr Casako had been to distracted to realise Sheira had seen inside of the house.

                 She had seen his plans. To take over the world by building the LEGENDARY DRAGON. A dragon that would be able to kill the world if it wanted,

               a dragon, that was immortal. Sheira reached the end of the beach, and started to wade into the water. The horse

 was unsure of this, but went in. Then they dropped, the hoarse tried to swim up, but it was no use.

            Then they spun dizzily. Then they were in a well lit room, with a sofa, tv, and. . . .Rose! 'Rose!' Sheira said. running over to Rose to give her a hug.

                                            'Anyway, What are Casako's plans?'. 'To take over the world by bulding a legendary dragon'.

  Rose looked stunned. 'I know, that poor dragon' Sheira said sitting down on the sofa. 'I don't care about the dragon!'

said Rose. 'But Casako will be mean to the dragon!'. 'Fine. We can trap Casako, and save the dragon, deal?'. 'Deal'.

           Rose drew her sword as they approached Casako's Mountain. Sheira had seen the plan for him to invade

                      Mt Aspiring, a very hard mountain to climb.

    'Off, and away we go!' said Sheira, and she started to dig into the mountain. 'I have a better idea' said Rose. She took out a

GINOURMOUS spade, and shoved it into the mountain. 'Show off' muttered Sheira. Then a little oak door was revealed.

         'Well, why are we waiting?' asked Sheira. 'I don't want Casako to know we are in there, and that door looks suspicous'.

                         'Ugh! Out of my way, I want to see whats in there'. 'Just wait one, more, minute'. Then the door opened a crack, and they dived behind

           some rocks near the door. Sheira poked her head up. 'get down Sheira!' Rose whispered. But Sheira's head remained up.

 Then from behind the door, a small potbellied man appeared. 'Nofing in there! nofing in there!' he was saying, over and

                          over again. Then the potbellied man trudged off. 'There has to be something in there, I saw on Casako's

 plans that he wanted spy's'. 'So he was trying to fool us?'. 'Yes'. 'Well, lets go in'. Sheira crept round the corner of the rock

and looked over at the oak door. The stubby man had had no trouble fitting through the door, and it wasn't to hard for Rose,

but Sheira? Well, it was very hard with her height.  But eventually she got through.

                              'Well, where to now?' asked Sheira. 'There is the dragon' said Rose pointing to a golden dragon

     the size of the earth. 'Aww, I just want to give it a BIG hug!' said Sheira. 'Save the hugs for later, where is Casako.

           'Oh, Casako? Right there, PUT YA HAN'S UP! YOW GONNA JAIL!'. Sheira said pointing her sword at him.

'Done' said Rose, who had just pushed him into some lava. 'Perfect' replied Sheira.

                                                                              THE END