Firefly Glen Phosphorescent

"Here I thought that you had no imagination at all," Wraen remarked, looking at her friend both fondly and with a hint of admiration too. Ice demons, mountain trolls - golems, of which she had no idea, what they were. She decided to press him to describe the latter, after they had wrapped up this story, and if she remembered to do it.

"Let's say that there was a bit of particular magic that the Grey witch could not break on her own, because, if the dragon had ever thought of any enemy making this far, the magic folk were the first. However, moss trolls like Drake had never been on her list of being anything significant to worry about, which turned out to be her mistake. Because sometimes we are so keen on heavily protecting something with complex spells and traps, that we forget that there might be one simple way to get there. 

The spells that would have killed or seriously injured the witch, did not affect the litte stone creature. The ice demon, which tried to chomp him down broke it's all sharp teeth and dispersed, howling in pain and discontent. The mountain troll was so focussed on swinging his big, furry claws and roaring at the witch that it did not notice, how Drake slid through it's feet, soundlessly and without a trace. 

Finally he made it to the place, where encased in a sturdy ice crystal, lied the dragon's soul. On shone brightly and emitted cold light. Drake grabbed it and returned to the witch. Together they left the cave and brought the crystal outside and now they had to figure out, how to destroy it," Wraen had finished yet another section of the story and looked at Arcturus. She did not say anything, but this time - you know, what to do now.