The dragon slowly closed his open maw, his lips covering the razor-sharp teeth. He turned his head as he drew in a great breath and roared once more. The force of his cry blew leaves off the nearby trees of the forest. The greatest foe known among angels or mortals stretched its wings and flew off towards the mountains.
As Nidhoggr, the red dragon, and the mage flew off into the distance a pair of large black crows flew down from the forest lighting gently upon the ground and hopped slowly amongst the dead.
TEARS OF THE VALKYRIE
Mighty are dragons, flames they do breathe
Long are their talons, with teeth they do cleave
Wings like a storm, the wind they do blow
No fiercer an enemy do angels or men know
Healed in clear waters deep in the well
There Odin’s eye and golden sword fell
