When Magic Ruled the Worlds
" Together We Stand ! "
" Lure it down to me ! " the Giantess shouted up at the Elf, who was swerving violently from side to side to escape the clutches of the massive jaws and huge teeth of the dragon.
Svarthofdi pinned back his wings, which made his sore shoulders throb with pain, and dove for the ground.
" Here I come ! " he shouted back at the Giantess.
Vilmeid, who was standing near the Giantess, looked over at her with a shocked expression etched upon his face. The Dwarf then glanced up at the bird, that was apparently Svarthofdi, and which had begun to dive straight at Vidolf, followed closely by the massive dragon of course, and immediately began to scream as he ran away from the Giantess as fast as his stubby little legs would take him.
Before he ran out of airspace to fly in Svarthofdi added one important detail that he felt the Giantess would want to know.
" It is a male,...., it cannot belch forth fire !"
On hearing this great news Vidolf smiled from ear to ear, while at the same time making absolutely sure that she had a firm grip on the handle of her axe. Then, with renewed determination, the Giantess planted her rear foot firmly into the earth and raised her axe to the side of her head just behind her ear. A moment before she had thought that she was about to be burned to ash like a log in a fire, but Svarthofdi's words had neutered the dragon's power in her eyes to the point that she now felt it would be a fair fight. As the winged Elf swooped just over her head, and landed behind her, she propelled her arm forward with all her might and swung her axe at the snout of the great winged beast.
The blade of the axe hit the dragon so hard that it made a loud clanging noise, much like the sound a blacksmith's hammer makes when it hits an anvil. The immense force of the blow spun the Giantess around in a circle, while at the same time throwing her through the air as if she had no weight at all. As she hit the ground with a hard thud, and rolled over several bone jarring times, she heard, and felt, a great impact nearby that shook the entire valley.
It took a tremendous effort on her part just to rise up off of the ground and regain her footing. Seeing that she still had hold of her axe she stumbled forward towards the injured dragon, which was also having a difficult time regaining its balance. Then suddenly the great beast rose up on shaky legs, turned its head towards her, and narrowed its gold eyes in anger. Vidolf immediately stopped and carefully looked the dragon over from head to toe to assess the damage she had done to the winged creature. When the Giantess was satisfied that she had injured it badly, she nodded her head and grinned from ear to ear despite her own agonizing pain. For it appeared that not only had she broken the nose of the dragon, but that she had also dislocated its lower jaw, which now sat at an odd angle in conjunction with its upper jaw. And blood, in great quantity, was pouring out of its nose and dripping to the ground off of its yellow broken teeth.
Confident that she had seriously injured the dragon, and that it posed little if any threat now, Vidolf decided to finish it off before the shock of its injuries wore off, and the beast regained its wits. She took only two steps forward, however, when the dragon unexpectedly roared, not in anger this time, but in great pain, and fell over on its side again. The Giantess at first did not quite understand why the creature had suddenly collapsed. Had it lost too much blood and could no longer stand ? Or was her initial blow fatal and the creature was in its death throes ? She soon discovered that she was wrong on both counts. With a look of total disbelief on her face Vidolf watched as the Trolls, led by Vilmeid, attacked the creature mercilessly. The final blow, the one which ended the dragon's life, was performed by the gallant Dwarf. With the courage of a great warrior he stuck his knife deep into the belly of the beast and gutted it like a wild boar.
The dragons tongue protruded from its mouth as its head hit the ground for the last time. Despite the fact that it was no longer breathing, and its eyes had glossed over, the vengeful Trolls continue to beat at the creature's limbs with their tiny stone clubs. Vidolf considered telling the stubby Trolls that their victim was already dead, but she could see in their eyes that their blood was up, and that the revenge that they needed so badly had not yet been satisfied, so she let them take out their years of frustration on the deceased dragon.
Vilmeid, who was covered from head to foot in dragon blood and guts, left the carcass behind and slowly walked over to the Giantess. With a weak smile he pointed to the winged Elf who stood behind her.
" Svarthofdi was right ! I can still be an important member in our little triad. If I can help to slay a dragon, well,..., then I can do almost anything . " he told her proudly.
Vidolf smiled, turned around, and then stepped to the side so she could see both of her gallant friends at once. She began to tell them how proud she was to be travelling and fighting with them, but she could not help herself and began to laugh uncontrollably at what an awful shape they were both currently in. At first Svarthofdi and Vilmeid seemed rather angry, and a bit embarrassed by her outburst, but soon they too were laughing at the way they looked.
The Trolls, hearing the jovial demeanor of their new friends, stopped beating on the dead dragon with their stone clubs, and with a curious look on their faces walked over to see what all the commotion was about. Despite the immense joy being displayed by the Elf, Dwarf, and Giantess, the Trolls had no wish to join in their merriment. Instead Vorstapp, with an absolute serious expression on his face, pointed back at the dragon.
" Together we stand ! And together we will vanquish these horrific creatures from our lands ! " he shouted angrily to show his new comrades his intense determination.
The trio, seeing that their happiness under these circumstances might be misplaced, stopped laughing as suddenly as they had begun. Vidolf, followed by Svarthofdi and Vilmeid, walked over to the Trolls and nodded that they understood the seriousness of the situation.
" Yes ! Together we stand against the dragons ! " Svarthofdi yelled defiantly.
Vilmeid reached out and placed his hand on Vorstapp's shoulder.
Together, kinsmen, we will rid your lands of these evil creatures. " he agreed with a wink and a smile.
Vidolf was about to comment as well on their new alliance when the Midgardian winds shifted, and her nose caught a scent that was so unpleasant that it nearly took her breath away.
" Oh my ! What is that awful smell ! ? " she asked as her face wrinkled up with disgust.
Svarthofdi hung his head low, and shook it slowly from side to side. As he spoke he raised his right hand.
" That would be me. But in my defense this horrible odor allowed me to escape the lair of the dragons who captured me. " he explained.
Svarthofdi's shame did not last for long however, and a sly grin raised the corners of his mouth as he continued.
" Seeing them in their nests gave me an idea on how to vanquish these great beasts, hopefully without causing us too much harm. " he told everyone.
Vorstapp clipped his finger over his nose and grimaced as he replied to the Elf's intriguing statement.
" We would love to hear your plan, but first you must bathe my smelly friend. "
- End Chapter 21
- Next : Chapter 22 : Svarthofdi's Plan : Phase One
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2019.