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"Keep still in there, Fiona. There's a price on your head and I am saving your neck." The dwarf hissed to the woman he had hidden away in his cart before they came across a patrol. "Easy, lad. We can't cause trouble like Smaug is." The dwarf said as he patted the warg's side as the patrol stopped them. "And to what do I owe the pleasure of Laputa's dogs sniffing around mine cart?" He asked with annoyance evident in his voice.

"I'm sure Laputa's mutts have better things to do than bother a dwarf passing through their back yard. Like, a dragon for example." The dwarf said as he undid the catch on his mystical weapon known as the fang of Fenrir, a multi-form weapon that could change its shape to fit the situation and a Charm Custom weapon. The patrol didn't notice the girl as she fell out of his cart and climbed back in, but focussed on the pint sized male before them and then on the dragon flying overhead and agreed with the dwarf and started evacuating the city. "That's our cue, Lad. Let's get out of here before Hel comes after us herself with that beast." He said before climbing up onto the bench of his cart and gave it a solid stomp, the oak boards holding firm under the force and the warg took off at a full run "better hold on tight, Fiona, it's going to be a bit of a bumpy ride." The short man said with a laugh.

Berith stood in a tower of his castle. He looked through a telescope to see how far away the dragon was. "Hmph. What a nuisance. I had to put down some perfectly good wine, and he's gone and destroyed the rest of it" the Dark Lord said, pulling his head away. He then looked through the window.

Berith frowned and formed a large ball of dark energy in his hand. He then shot it towards the dragon. "Well, if that doesn't kill it, it should at least get its attention" he said.

"I see... again, I thank you." She replied, in deep thought.

The dragon's wing was hit by the blast, but it's greed was stronger then it's pain and rage. It spewed more fire, burning the remainder of the wine fields and crops before lighting the forest on fire.

"That blast... I-It's here!" She yelled.

Spotting the blacksmith, it began throwing it's flames at the dwarf's cart.

Fiona was thrown off the cart, tumbling against the ground as she began to huff, reaching for her pendent. 'No I... If I use it, the Dark Lord would be able to sense the light magic, but... If I don't, the dwarf will have to face the dragon alone.'

"Okay, now I am very angry" Berith said after his wine fields were all set ablaze. He stook back from the window and teleported out to where the dragon was. He stood there in mid-air, looking at it. "Damned beast" he said, preparing another dark energy attack.

"Trust me, I see him too and I am not too happy about it." Alistyre said as the warg raced to the enterence of the mines. He just hoped that the lord of darkness could not enter the mines. The dwarf said the password and the doors opened only to close right behind them "now you can shead a little light on this subject." Odin's marksman said

"What do you mean?" She asked. "Shed light on what exactly? I went to battle with the other Valkyrie and called a retreat because the sun was setting, even though such an act was treasonous. I went back for some valkyries who were in too deep, and I ran across him. He... wanted me to watch the others suffer. Then Odin took hold of me so that he couldn't use his powers to make me his slave. I thought I was going to die, but the next thing I knew, I woke up in a field of grass."



With the dragon's last breath, it began to scrap at the entrance to the mines as if still trying to go after the treasure.