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    The dragon, to Shia’s relief, flew away for reasons not quite yet clear. She imagined it had something to do with the damage the magic had caused. Shia saw the two men together and was curious as to how the one called Leif conjured the strange ice using his magic. She had never seen anything like that before. She wondered if he would talk about his magic. She knew from personal experience that other’s thought her a little weird because she could speak to animals. In spite of her curiosity, she knew there were many who were injured and could use some help. Putting her curiosity aside, she went to see if there was anything she could do. Shia could not help but to feel an overwhelming sorrow. She had just come into this town and had hoped to begin a new life here. Now there was nothing but death and destruction. She could not shake the feeling that there was more to come and this was not the last of it.

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    Leif, along with many others, spent the night searching for survivors. there weren't many. rage boiled higher with every body they burned. the despair he felt for others was deeper than anything he had felt since he was a child. but that would only feed the terrible beast, and he could not allow that to happen.

    he remembered the fechtschule crest, the great silver shield he was so enamoured with the first time he saw it would still be there he knew. he also knew all his brothers that had been there were in valhalla.

    Leif trudged up the ash covered road to retrieve that shield that was so vital to his plan and saw something he could scarcely believe...

    thieves. they were taking weapons, gold, armour, anything of value. even worse they were from the school, cowards that had ran away when the terror had struck.

    Leif said nothing when they greeted him, he let his knife speak for him. the traitors were all dead in minutes, he had hanged the last of them alive with their own cloaks as an offering to odin. he used the dirt cared blood to make a runes of power on the great shield, the silver emblem was nearly 3 feet tall and 2.5 across, a heater style that knights carry on horseback. it had been emblazoned with the schools crest, and it nearly brought the huge man to tears. hefting it on his back, Leif trudged back.

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