As Ødeguard went further from his home and closer to revenge on the enemy, he found an empty glass jar, in it, was a message:
“ In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch.





We shall not sleep, though
poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Some will call the thing sublime,
And some decry it in a knowing
tone.

Know that we fools, …




Died not for flag, nor King, nor Emperor,
But for a dream …”

‘A prophecy?’ Ødeguard thought ‘Pretty poetic anyways.’ Suddenly, the ground shook violently. It didn’t seem to be any earthquake because nothing else, except the mountain he was on, was moving.
As the ground cracked open, an enormous dragon rose from the gap. It wasn’t like any dragons Ødeguard had seen. This one was all bones, black bones with blue strains of rotten dragon flesh and some kind of dark magic which was circling the torso of the monster. ‘Mumje’ Ødeguard breathed, it was the ancient monster that killed an entire country in the long past. Mumje shot a large breath of boiling acid from its tail, straight at Ødeguard. Ødeguard rolled out of its way at the last second as it landed on the ground, melting it instantly. Just as Mumje was about to shoot another blast of acid, Ødeguard swung his sword through the monster’s skull, slicing off the top of its snout. The monster bellowed in agony as it bashed its head from side to side. Ødeguard ran to the tail of the ancient dragon and cut through the vulnerable spot of the monster with one clean slice. The gigantic dragon instantly dropped to the ground, but stood up and charged towards Ødeguard almost immediately. Ødeguard dodged away from its talons in quick turns then stabbed his sword directly into the dragon’s heart, and ran away as fast as he could, then the beast tipped over to its side. It was dead.