The sun was setting as the dragon flew through the sky. The Witch watched from below, her heart pounding with anticipation. She had been waiting for this moment for weeks, and now it was finally here.
The dragon flew closer and closer, and the Witch could feel its power radiating from it. She knew that this was the moment she had been waiting for. She had to break the dragon's curse.
The dragon flew closer and closer, and the Witch could feel its power radiating from it. She knew that this was the moment she had been waiting for. She had to break the dragon's curse.
The Witch raised her hands and began to chant. She spoke words of power, words of magic, words of strength. As she spoke, the dragon began to slow its flight. It seemed to be listening to her words, and the Witch felt a surge of hope.
The dragon flew lower and lower, until it was hovering just above the Witch. She could feel its breath on her face, and she knew that the dragon was listening to her. She continued to chant, and the dragon began to glow with a bright light.
The light grew brighter and brighter, until the dragon was completely engulfed in it. The Witch felt a wave of energy pass through her, and she knew that the curse had been broken.
The dragon flew away, and the Witch watched it go with a sense of relief. She had done it. She had broken the dragon's curse.
The Witch smiled, and she knew that she had made the right decision. She had saved the dragon, and in doing so, she had saved herself.