Ruven was sitting against a wall, bolts of energy still coarsening through his body. His finger tips still charged, they were burned, but he couldn’t feel it yet. Over head the sky was still dark, it would clear soon, the overwhelming heat would return. As Ruven stood up he felt the last of his spell subside, this would hurt soon.

Walking over to the middle of the courtyard he could see the carnage again. Broken bodies, charred bodies, sliced bodies, punctured bodies…. exploded bodies. But they were just lizard men. Just lizard men? The dragon lay dead by the well, things have changed, again.

“Its still just a piece of magic parchment.” Ruven thought. “However…, it would seem my brothers are more than even I thought. We will have to be careful now, we will bring more attention to ourselves. HA! Careful? We six idiots just took on a dragon! And we lived. I had hoped we could find a place to live with whats left of our people, find a new life and be happy. It would seem the winds and the stars have another path for us. Will we choose to take it?”

“We who killed a dragon.”