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different, for something to change.
Please God, he prayed. I beg of you. Save us all
on this day. I turn to you. Not to man, not to my powers, but to you. Give me a
sign of your power.
Suddenly, to Thor’s shock,
the air was filled with the noise of a great roar, one so loud it seemed to
split the very heavens.
Thor’s heart quickened as he
immediately recognized the sound. He looked at the horizon and saw bursting out
of the clouds his old friend, Mycoples. Thor was shocked, elated to see that
she was alive, that she was free, and that she was back here, in the Ring, flying
towards him. It was like a part of himself had been restored.
Even more surprising, beside
her saw Thor a second dragon. A male dragon, with ancient, faded red scales,
and huge, glowing green eyes, fiercer-looking even than Mycoples. Thor watched
the two of them soaring through the air, weaving in and out, and then plunging
down, right for Thor. He realized then that his prayers had been answered.
Mycoples raised her wings, arched
back her neck and shrieked, as did the dragon beside her, and the two of them
breathed a wall of fire down onto the Empire army, lighting up the sky. The
cold day was suddenly warm, then hot, as walls of flames rolled and rolled
towards them. Thor raised his arms to his face.
The dragons attacked from
the back, so the flames did not quite reach Thor. Still, the wall of fire was
close enough that Thor felt its heat, the hairs on his forearm singed.
The shouts of thousands of
men rose up into the air as the Empire army, division by division, was set on
fire, tens of thousands of soldiers screaming for their lives. They ran every
which way—but there was nowhere to flee. The dragons were merciless. They were
on a rampage, and they were filled with fury, ready to wreak vengeance on the
Empire.
One division of Empire after
the next stumbled to the ground, dead.
The remaining soldiers
facing Thor turned in a panic and fled, trying to get away from the dragons
crisscrossing the sky, breathing flame everywhere. But they only ran to their
own deaths, as the dragons zeroed in on them, and finished them off one at a
time.
Soon, Thor found himself
facing nothing but an empty field, black clouds of smoke, the smell of burning
flesh filling the air, of dragon’s breath, of sulfur. As the clouds lifted,
they revealed a charred wasteland before him, not a single man left alive, all
the grass and trees withered down to nothingness but black and ash. The Empire army,
so indomitable just minutes ago, was now completely gone.
Thor stood there in shock,
elated. He would live. They would all live. The Ring was free. Finally, they
were free.
Mycoples dove down and sat
before Thor, lowering her head and snorting.
Thor stepped forward, smiling
as he went to his old friend, and Mycoples lowered her head all the way to the
ground, purring. Thor stroked the scales on her face, and she leaned in and
rubbed her nose up and down his chest, stroking her face against his body. She
purred contentedly, and it was clear she was ecstatic to see Thor again, as
ecstatic as he was to see her.
Thor mounted her, and turned,
atop Mycoples, and faced his army, thousands of men staring back in wonder and
joy, as he raised his sword.
The men raised their swords
and cheered back to him. Finally, the skies were filled with the sound of
victory.
CHAPTER NINE
Gwendolyn stood there,
looking up at Thorgrin, atop Mycoples, and her heart soared with relief and
pride. She had made her way through the thick crowd of soldiers, back to the
front lines, throwing off the protection of Steffen and the others. She had
pushed her way all the way into the clearing, and she stood before Thor. She
burst into tears of joy, as she looked out and saw the Empire defeated, all
threats finally gone, as she saw Thor, her love, alive, safe. She felt
triumphant. She felt as if all the darkness and grief of the last several
months had finally lifted, felt that the Ring was
Please God, he prayed. I beg of you. Save us all
on this day. I turn to you. Not to man, not to my powers, but to you. Give me a
sign of your power.
Suddenly, to Thor’s shock,
the air was filled with the noise of a great roar, one so loud it seemed to
split the very heavens.
Thor’s heart quickened as he
immediately recognized the sound. He looked at the horizon and saw bursting out
of the clouds his old friend, Mycoples. Thor was shocked, elated to see that
she was alive, that she was free, and that she was back here, in the Ring, flying
towards him. It was like a part of himself had been restored.
Even more surprising, beside
her saw Thor a second dragon. A male dragon, with ancient, faded red scales,
and huge, glowing green eyes, fiercer-looking even than Mycoples. Thor watched
the two of them soaring through the air, weaving in and out, and then plunging
down, right for Thor. He realized then that his prayers had been answered.
Mycoples raised her wings, arched
back her neck and shrieked, as did the dragon beside her, and the two of them
breathed a wall of fire down onto the Empire army, lighting up the sky. The
cold day was suddenly warm, then hot, as walls of flames rolled and rolled
towards them. Thor raised his arms to his face.
The dragons attacked from
the back, so the flames did not quite reach Thor. Still, the wall of fire was
close enough that Thor felt its heat, the hairs on his forearm singed.
The shouts of thousands of
men rose up into the air as the Empire army, division by division, was set on
fire, tens of thousands of soldiers screaming for their lives. They ran every
which way—but there was nowhere to flee. The dragons were merciless. They were
on a rampage, and they were filled with fury, ready to wreak vengeance on the
Empire.
One division of Empire after
the next stumbled to the ground, dead.
The remaining soldiers
facing Thor turned in a panic and fled, trying to get away from the dragons
crisscrossing the sky, breathing flame everywhere. But they only ran to their
own deaths, as the dragons zeroed in on them, and finished them off one at a
time.
Soon, Thor found himself
facing nothing but an empty field, black clouds of smoke, the smell of burning
flesh filling the air, of dragon’s breath, of sulfur. As the clouds lifted,
they revealed a charred wasteland before him, not a single man left alive, all
the grass and trees withered down to nothingness but black and ash. The Empire army,
so indomitable just minutes ago, was now completely gone.
Thor stood there in shock,
elated. He would live. They would all live. The Ring was free. Finally, they
were free.
Mycoples dove down and sat
before Thor, lowering her head and snorting.
Thor stepped forward, smiling
as he went to his old friend, and Mycoples lowered her head all the way to the
ground, purring. Thor stroked the scales on her face, and she leaned in and
rubbed her nose up and down his chest, stroking her face against his body. She
purred contentedly, and it was clear she was ecstatic to see Thor again, as
ecstatic as he was to see her.
Thor mounted her, and turned,
atop Mycoples, and faced his army, thousands of men staring back in wonder and
joy, as he raised his sword.
The men raised their swords
and cheered back to him. Finally, the skies were filled with the sound of
victory.
CHAPTER NINE
Gwendolyn stood there,
looking up at Thorgrin, atop Mycoples, and her heart soared with relief and
pride. She had made her way through the thick crowd of soldiers, back to the
front lines, throwing off the protection of Steffen and the others. She had
pushed her way all the way into the clearing, and she stood before Thor. She
burst into tears of joy, as she looked out and saw the Empire defeated, all
threats finally gone, as she saw Thor, her love, alive, safe. She felt
triumphant. She felt as if all the darkness and grief of the last several
months had finally lifted, felt that the Ring was
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