A battlefield was no place for a lady, but a lady was too great a thing to not know when to break the rules. She had seen her enemy fall from the sky, its fire filling heaven like lightning. That which had sworn to consume her, her gentle knight had felled. An army had risen for her, for her and all who had been taken and all who would be taken—who would not be taken now.
She found her love with the dead dragon, his armor stripped off, his bent sword smashing against the dragon’s neck in unrelenting fury.
Tale Told 