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It was the largest of the demons that had posed the biggest threat to the Accasians. His power was great, his will was strong and he was
relentless in his attacks against the warriors of light. Together, Night, the Wizards and those highly trained in the magic of the ancients, combined
their knowledge and skills and united as one. Circling the dark one, staffs were raised, flashes of lightening bolts were aimed at the entity. Thunder
and lightening filled the night sky as a swirling colorful mist engulfed the demon Lord trapping him. He wasn't laughing now. His face contorted in
agonizing pain before he dropped to his knees and fell forward burning, cursing and screaming to his death. All that remained were the grey ashes that
scattered in the wind.
There weren't many demons left and whoever still stood would not be standing for long. It was over. Night stared ahead with the icy wind whipping her
hair and cloak about. She felt as though she too had died, or part of her had. Her heart was heavy and filled with the greatest sorrow she had ever
known. She had lost her twin Brother and fellow Accasians in the previous battle against the evil Witch Queen and her legion of followers and
now...the sweet little dragon that called her Momma and her dear friend Garren who had become King. They were gone and she felt the empty places deep
within her. Tears spilled and mingled with the blood soaked frozen earth.
The Elf couldn't move, she just stood there in the cold and wild winds with her pain and grief. She could hear the cheers of her comrades, but she
felt there was nothing to cheer about. Turning, she looked back to where her friends had fallen. Her mind drifted. She was in two worlds now. This one
with the tragic reality and another somewhere far, far away. Storm landed gracefully beside her. "I am here little one. You are not alone."
Night slowly glanced up, silent at first and then she unleashed her fury upon her old friend. "How could you? How could you have allowed Sky to be in
a battle? He was too young and you should have known better. You let him die! Why did you do that? Why?" Storm bowed his head. "Night, it was not I
who allowed him, it was his own who allowed it, the miniature dragons. They are stronger than we know and learn the skills of battle at a young age.
He was trained by his own. It was they who decided and Sky himself. He was happy to do what he did. He fought valiantly and died with the greatest
honor bestowed upon a dragon, any dragon."
Night apologized. "I should have known you wouldn't do such a thing. I'm so sorry." She hugged his neck tightly and wiped away her tears. "We must
find Talon, Pesky, Wolf and Jojopo and pray to the great creator that they are still alive." He bent low to the ground allowing her to climb onto his
back. Together they would search and hopefully find their remaining friends. The beautiful Elf could see below that the trees were all sparkling in
tiny lights. She had forgotten about the tradition of bringing enchantment to the long, cold grey and dreary Winter months. The beauty was a stark
contrast against the horror and tragedy of the remnants of war all around them.