I am floating high above the plain , my body suddenly light and free from pain.
I see the torn flesh and sinew, white bone hanging out of gaping holes I can’t believe it’s true.
I see the filthy hounds of hell fighting over my body they rip me limb from limb.
Unbelieving I watch what they are doing to my corpse..it is sickening.
My eyes are drawn towards the ridge a wondrous sight I see.
Hoards of smoking Dragons led by Lady Pen and Fyrespike advancing to rescue me.
What a wonderful sight to behold, a sky of Dragons all breathing fire making the night burn gold.
Lady Pen and her Dragons…… and, what warriors akin to me? ..these men who deserted me
they had seen the hounds of hell and they like cowardly bastards turned to flee!
Oh! Lady Pen I thank you with all the love in my soul.
Drive these filthy hell hounds from my lands and full fill my goal!
Save my body Pen, save me from hell’s foul Gate . Get these foul and filthy dogs off of my corpse before they seal my fate.
Tears fall from my eyes as I watch the men return, I need to forgive them or my soul in hell will burn.
As I wonder how to forgive these men who left me to my death. I feel a loving hand touch me then I see a face, that took what was left of my breath.
My Mother , the one who bore me and then died. My beautiful mother over who my father cried.
She told me I must forgive them or I would loose my soul and the dogs would have my body .
Warmth and love began to fill me and started I to feel at peace I agreed I should forgive my kin and immediately all my panic and anger ceased.
So serenely with my mother I watched the battle rage. The Dragons lead by Lady Pen and Fyrespike the Gallant Dragon Lord
flew bravely into battle with fire and claws of steel, they with the help of my kin brought down the hell hound horde.
For days and nights the battle raged the skies were black with smoke at times it looked like the humans would fall, for they could not breath through all the smoke.
Finally the hounds lay dead and scattered all around and so the humans gathered them up and threw them into a lime pit underground.
With Fyrespike’s blessing Lady Pen brought the baby dragons in, to search for every part of my body , she bade them lovingly to gather me in.
Find every part, lock of hair , each eye and lash and lips the scraps of cloth and the sturdy sword, the belt that hung around my hips.
The Dragons and their young found every part of me , I with my mother waited and watched and prayed I’d soon be free.
So now at last the deed is done the fight is at an end. My kin can restart their lives and I can be set free, thanks to Lady Pen.
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So now the tale is ended and I can at last take my rest in Heaven with soul intact.
To be reunited with my parents as was our holy pact.
As to Lady Pen my dearest friend she really did me proud she and her beloved Dragons
found me a fine ship and with my mortal remains they set a funeral pyre
and set me sailing into the sun as the cleansing flames grew higher.
NOT AN END BUT A BEGINNING.
willowdot21 
Very good, I can see it all as I breath in your words. The angles of your story are so fresh, never know where it will take me~awesome
It’s a good job that you picked Lady Pen’s Dragon to help and not my Zombies otherwise the story would have a completely different ending 🙂 Hey a wicked tale with some excellently chosen graphics too 🙂 Enjoy your Tuesday Willowdot 🙂 xxx
Thank you Sir, yes sorrow I know you offered help but I decided that Dragons were better than Zombies….. no hard feelings I hope!
Wow, Sweet, sweet Willow, that was a battle and a half… a gory tale of loss and chivalry, told so well, that I felt every bite and sword swing… Fyrespike did well, methinks.., and of course, not an ending, ….life begins anew… always… Warmest of hugs to you…oh teller of the Ballad of Willows Stand… xPenx
Silverlight and Goldenstar bade me drop by and leave thisDragon Tear for thee, Sweet Willow. ’tis blessed with recuperative powers… One hopes ’twill come in handy… Love from all the Dragon Clan to a Warrior Brave… xPenx
Thank you so much my dear and trusted friend, the dragon;s tear is much appreciated! xx
Thank you Pen, so glad that you were there to help me!!
When you die with honor, there is nothing to fear in the hereafter. Hmm, I’ve never thought of it before but reading this one must wonder: Which is hotter dragon fire or hell’s flames? ;). A triumphant ending to an honorable tale.
Yes to die with honour seems to be one of rules we have kept from the old order! I believe it to be true though even if we only lead ordinary lives we can still show honour to ourselves and our loved ones. As to Dragon flames verus hell’s fire it all depends on whether or not the Dragons are on your side, then again hell’s fire never stops burning!;)