# The death of a hero

Author: Luksinatriks
Tags: Death, Dragon, Epic, Human, No-Yiff, Poetry, Tragedy, Violence (Not In Yiff), War

So yeah, this is me being inspired by the national epics of my country and using slavic elements and all. Hope you enjoyed. Spyro and Cynder is well under way. :D

In the days of the war's of succession   
 when the time for the humans departure was much hoped for  
 in the caves of Zatarim next to the tower of  Dracanis  
 Someone slandered vindicator Chrnoimir to the ancient Hrobromus  
  
 So the dragon ancient summoned the vindicator  
 and in front of all the elders told him  
 "vindicator you are neither water nor blood"  
  
 When the vindicator heard that his clawed hand flew   
 grabbing and holding his saber firmly true   
 as his two scaly eyes pierced the ancient as if they were arrows  
  
 The elder's shook in fear from the hero of the mountains   
 in horror that he would not draw his sword at the ancient  
 As if he had clawed his manly heart the vinicator screamed  
 "Master! By the ancestors what did you spoke!?!?"  
  
 With great rage the vindicator flew from the ancient and the elders  
  flying high towards the sky before landing in front of his lair  
 He took his best armor with him and with a roar he swore on his family's good name  
 that he would go this day alone and unaccompanied to the town of Maligrad  
 and to a duel summon the great Thoras the human prince.  
  
 he  donned his armor on his scaly draconic form and without delay flew to the human town  
 Chernomir flew as if carried by the winds, tiring his massive form against the storm  
 arriving ever closer to the town and to the human lands that he chose  
 going to the humans, the worst villains that he knew.  
  
 So if he would die, that he would die by a hero's hand from the famous and renowned dragonslayer line.  
  
 Landing loudly in front of the gates with spikes and the moat surrounding them  
 Chernomir shouted at the frightened guards "SUMMON ME THORAS!"  
 when the guards heard and saw who it was they rushed off for their master  
 and soon enough the human prince presented himself on the town gates  
 and when he saw the angry dragon suddenly his smiled in joy at his unexpected arrival  
  
 "Why come this morning" cheerfully the human boomed  
 "To escape to my strong town from a vengeful ancient my friend?"  
 "We welcome you full heartily my friend, you neednt worry for your life"  
  
 Cheromir exploded into a fiery rage "enough dont speak no nonsense!"  
 "I have come here to summon you to a duel"  
 "so don your armor, get out and chose a spot for the duel"  
  the words hit Thoras as if they were lighting itself  
  
 He couldnt accept the duel for he was afraid for his head  
 forgetting the honor that his great dragonslayer line held  
 but instead he gave a cowardly sign to the towers  
 and a thousand arrows flew, felling the dragon priest.  
  
 The heavens themselves cried  
 the tears of the ancestors soaking the fields far and wide  
 eternally asking why.  
  
 The dragon priests arrow riddled form collapsed  
 his swords falling from his grasp  
 as the humans rushed down pushing each other out of the way  
 to cut at the famous dragons head whom they can boast to slay.  
  
 On the dead dragon first came Fazan Hassan   
 swinging his unholy sword making the dragons head fall in a pool of blood  
  
 On the tallest stake in the castle the humans put the dragons head  
 from which he can now watch as the humans partied and celebrated  
 the women watched from the market, wanting to see the head of the famous dragon  
 hanging proudly form the top of a tower.  
  
 Raven the black bird circled around the town, falling hard on the walls  
 as tradition dictated to punish and  feast on the male's head  
  
 Days passed and the humans rode, hard and past the dragon mountains bold  
 holding a bloody bag which they tossed in the caves  
 the dragons roared and gathered, quickly sensing the stench of the grave  
  
 "What is this!?" the ancient scream and the elders gasped  
 as a dragons head fell from the bag and into his grasp  
 his old scaly hands holding a bloody head  
 staining themselves on the blood of the dead.  
  
 Unable to recognize the familiar form in the messy dead head  
 the ancient roared and whimpered as the dead wounds still bleed  
 seeing the majestic horns which once stood on his friend  
 as he heard how the hero met his end.  
  
 the entire mountain shook as he cried  
 holding the head way up high  
 squealing, crying as he sensed the soul of the hero rest  
 "Damn you Cheronmir, cant you tell when I jest?"  
  
 His cry made the mountain dry  
 as he heard of the great lie  
 knowing now where the human hearts lie  
 and the cowardice that ran in its "heroes" high  
  
 The ancient yelled, uttering curses great  
 in the name of his friend, now so late  
 Damning the Thoras prince  
 and hating the human race since  
  
 "For the children fallen!"  
 "For the lives you have stolen!"  
 "For the honor you betrayed!"  
 "For the injustice you laid!"  
  
 "May the flame of dragons"  
 "burn your hordes of evil"  
 "burn your fallen kingdom"  
 "burn your fallen soul!"

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/ZmMkJQL1