Firefly Glen Phosphorescent

"Close, but no," Wraen shook her head. "They had found the dragon's heart. While it was stored elsewhere, the dragon was invincible. It used other souls to keep itself alive and do the bad deeds, but keeping itself safe. Remaining almost immortal. You could kill the soul of the stranger, but the dragon would stay alive regardless, because it's heart was hidden elsewhere."

This twist in her story was not a new one - utilized in many fairy tales accross the world. The heart of an evil wizard, witch, dragon, monster, demon would be stored elsewhere and protected not by just one, but many safety measures. And the row would usually go something like this: in a faraway land there was a black horse - you caught it, you slayed it - there was a black cat inside - you caught it, you slayed it - a black crow sprang out and flew off - you caught it, you slayed it - you found a sparrow within - you caught it, you slayed it - you found an egg made of diamond. You cracked it open and the evil thing died.

But Wraen would not be Wraen, if she did not challenge her friend a little more. Arcturus - so far - had proven that he could think of his own, if he tried hard enough. "But you do realize that dragon, who had lived for thousands of years, would not simply leave its heart lying around for anyone to grab. It was probably heavily protected - tell me, how!"