With a final swing, Gabriel hacked the dragon’s head from its impractically long neck. He stood back expecting a final, fatal, gurgle of bubbling blood and mangled moans. However, the severed neck nonchalantly arranged itself in a spiraling display, bringing the disappointingly magnificent head of the beast to rest at the top of the said spiral. Gabriel inspected the head, finding it unnerving that the face of the beast expressed supreme comfort. Its mouth formed a placid smile, eyes closed and its huge pointy ears neatly tucked back. He found himself in a predicament.
All his life he had trained to defeat this grotesque beast, to become the pointed spear that would sever through the mystique and barbarism this beast represented. Now his quest had concluded, he was the sharpest weapon ever crafted with no enemy to fight. Gabriel strolled around the beast, sloshing through the loot and taking particular effort to kick an extremely valuable looking ruby encrusted goblet across the room. He swirled on his heel, bringing himself face to face with his old foe, Jorgmundy the Ire Drake.
Suddenly a pang of immense emotion filled him, a catharsis of sorts, and before he could gain control a single tear escaped his eyes. Gabriel lifted his hand in surprise to wipe away the teardrop, but before he could reach it he found himself looking into the wide open eyes of Jorgmundy. Gabriel’s mind reeled – surely the drake was no more? What manner of sorcery was this? How- Without warning a plume of steam erupted from the beast’s nose. Gabriel found himself suddenly unsure, unprepared.
Before he could even assess the level of fear he was experiencing the dragon’s body burst into a thousand multicolored birds with spectacular flowing feathers. The cavern filled with birdsong, echoing through the many chambers. The drab scene had changed from a relatively somber one to an otherworldly display of colour and noise. Gabriel stood in disbelief, right hand still reaching for a teardrop that had long fallen. The birds started circling himself and Jorgmundy, faster and faster, building up an impregnable wall around them. Gabriel stood transfixed, unsure whether doing anything would be better than doing nothing.
Matters complicated themselves rather quickly when the head of Jormundy started raising itself on its severed neck. Like a coil springing to life, it suddenly towered upward. Gabriel gazed upwards at the huge head, overwhelmed by the circling birds, the noise, the confusion- WHAM. The dragon’s head shot down, its massive mouth wide open, and consumed all of Gabriel in a flash. He tossed and turned, fearing for his life, fighting for his life and praying to whatever force he could to provide him with salvation. It was completely black, he lost awareness of his limbs. He lost awareness of his hearing and smell. He lost awareness of himself.
And then he slipped out the dragon’s severed neck, outside the wall of birds. He scuttled to his feet, sword whirled towards the scene. The birds imploded inwards into the dragon’s mouth. The speed of their movement seemed to create an inward pull. When the last of the birds passed the threshold of the dragon’s mouth its own head collapsed into its throat until all had consumed itself and there remained only a silver armband.