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    The general did not move at first, shocked from amazement as much as from injury. He just laid still, his body flat against the dirt as he slowly turned his head in order to face his enemy. Though the creature was littered with minor wounds over its legs and its body, its closed mouth hid the true mortal blow. In fact the way that its head fell onto its front legs made the beast seem oddly peaceful, as though it were only taking a slight respite. But its eyes weren't closed, but staring right back at him. Slowly, the luster of the dragon's eyes dulled in the firelight.
    Williamdale apologized to his God for praying for death, and turned in the other direction to find the second miracle of the night. Ambrosia’s black box was lying to the right of him within arms reach!
    He grabbed the box, and then painfully dragged himself to a tree to prop up against. There were still hundreds of young fires dancing throughout the area, cracking and snapping at the night, but he heard no soldiers beyond the embers. He recalled Ambrosia’s last moment as she attempted to place some kind of spell onto the box and shook his head in disbelief.
    "Was she actually trying to summon one?" he wondered out loud.
    When he opened the box he laughed.
    She wasn't attempting to summon her pets as he assumed, but instead she used her last breath to teleport the stones away. She used her last moment of life to hide her precious diamonds. It was her last contribution to the good of humanity.
    “Foolish witch,” he whispered with a smile. “Where in the world did you send them?”
    Realizing the tale must live on, the general excruciatingly yanked free the scroll he’d tucked under his chest plate earlier. Grinning, he read Ambrosia’s lie once more. Then, he turned the scroll over and began to give an accurate account of Ambrosia’s diamonds, as well as how their last night, as well as their last battle together truly ended.
    He scratched as well of a story as any man could, cringing through the pain of his wounds. He wrote a warning, of the power of the Blue Diamonds should they ever be found. The warning was would be his last contribution to humanity, to the goodly folk, using a twig for a pen and his own blood for ink. It was a story he wished he could recount to his grandchildren in front of the fireplace with a mug of mead, not dying in the middle of a burning forest, but he knew that it was a good death. He was content with that, as all warriors were.
    Once he finished scribing his tale he rolled the scroll, careful to tie the ribbon securely and tuck it back into the protection of his cuirass. He didn’t know how long the message would remain there in the forest, waiting to be found by some wandering passerby.
    Sleep seeped in and with it a smile returned to his face. Once again the world went grey, and once again he was greeted by a vision of his parents. Only this time he was a man and they were embracing him in a hug.
    Williamdale died there, armor twinkling in the light of a smoke tinged dawn, beside the lifeless body of the last dragon.

1) The Prince and the Cleric
    “Dragons? Are you mad?”
    Baymar instantly realized he spoke with a little too much gusto, for as if in agreement with his thoughts the drunken camaraderie throughout the foggy mead hall momentarily wavered in volume. He felt hot tension caress the back of his neck, and the hairs down his forearms pricked up as squinty eyes zeroed in from multiple directions.
    All magic wielders feel this sensation when they are stared upon. Curious eyes may as well be daggers to a wizard. When a mageling casts his first spell – a real spell, not the street corner stuff – he learns how to pull power directly from the cosmos in order to fulfill his task. What isn't known by most, is that each time a spell is cast a tiny amount of the magical energy flutters off, and then gravitates around the caster's body. Eventually this residual magic settles into an aura, and it thickens