Firefly Glen Phosphorescent

Arcturus had got the story-telling bug from Wraen and his suggestions to the tale they were spinning together got better with each turn. It was funny to remember that just moments ago he had been rigid and unwilling to contribute, and now he was truly blossoming. 

"Or maybe it was something fundamental about life that the dragon did not understand. Unfortunately, sunlight did not destroy it, neither did the moss. Not even Drake's stone claws could harm it, or any spells that the witch knew.

But the witches are known to be smart and able to think outside the regular frames. After thinking long and hard, the witch asked Drake to pick up the soul again - she herself could not touch it without feeling horrible pain - and brought it back inside the cave, where the frozen figure of Starchaser was standing. 

The witch came close and pressed her ear against Starchaser's chest - right, where one feels their heart beating. And, though the body of our hero of the story appeared dead, his heart was still ticking. Slowly, quietly, but the thread of life was still there. So after a bit of thinking, the witch said the magic words and merged the dragon's ice cold soul with the warm, beating heart of Starchaser's," Wraen paused, feeling a bit smug for the smart and unexpected turn of the story that she had come up with, thanks to Arcturus's suggestion. 

"There was a horrible, ear-splitting screech of pain and fury from down below, the walls of the cave began to shake and crackle. Blocks of ice fell and would have buried all three, had it not been for the quickness of the witch, who saved both Drake and Starchaser at the last moment, before the Dragon's den collapsed completely," the end of the story was near, but Wraen needed a bit of quiet contemplation on, how to wrap all loose ends the best. 

"All was quiet in the mountains, save for the Witch and Drake, who had leaned over the sleeping form of Starchaser, waiting for him to wake. And, when it happened, the young warrior looked both the same and a little different as well. His eyes were ice cold blue as that of the dragon's. He yawned, he looked from one friend to the other and asked, what had happened," one step closer to the final chapter, but still not near enough. 

"So - they told everything. And then the Witch asked, how he felt? The Starchaser thought and shrugged: "I am the same and I am different. What is going to happen now?" The Witch replied: "You are the Keeper of the Dragon's soul now. The Dragon is dead in one sense and yet it is still alive within you. And from now on you are the ruler of these mountains and ranges, until the Dragon has learned, that one thing it does not understand, has never felt.

Only then will it be set free. Until that day comes - you will walk immortal with the dragon safely sealed within your heart," she said. "Starchaser agreed and it is not known, whether he succeeded in his quest or if he is walking this world or other realms still, having lost count of years and centuries, teaching the dragon, what it friendship and love is," and this was the end. Maybe on a little less original note, but Wraen was satisfied. 

We did it! We wrote a story together!