[Witch_Queen]

Cree could tell by the look on Fáinu's face that he was still in some pain. "Fáinu I believe that is enough about the journey for now. 'Tis getting late and before we know it one or both of us will be falling asleep. So I would say its about time to see someone about getting a couple of rooms for the night. The tale of our travels can wait until morning can't they?" Cree figured Avalon would still wish to hear about the "fabulous" travels of Fáinu and Cree, the cursed elves, but the crow would have to wait.

Cree remembered the silent wastelands that Fáinu had previously mentioned. Deep down inside she was terrified, even now after the fall of the dragon her bones were still colder than ice. Cree had followed Fáinu into the dragons land, she knew the risks and still she took them. Cree had made sure that the shields didn't shine at all. Everyone had agreed that even the faintess light hit "metal" of their shields there would be a shimmer. The group wasn't willing to take any chances.

Cree's sword Nehima was always faithful to her. The sword always seemed to find its mark in the right place. The dwarves had their axes in hand, hidden quite well behind their shields. Cree had never known dwarves to carry shields but she knew the company she was in at that time was not usual. Cree always felt that the dragon was close by but always when the journey came to turning a new corner or going around a new boulder, the dragon was never in sight. She figured the final confrontation with the dragon would've happened at day break. The time for the dragons death finally came... Finally when the sun shone on the back of their necks and was preparing to settle in its own bed for the remainder of the day did they find the gigantic fire breathing creature they hunted.

Cree suddenly realized that she had been talking to Fáinu and Avalon. What she thought was a memory was her dreaded flash back to what had happened. Instead of her staying quiet while she "relived" the past, she was telling Avalon more of what had happened. "Indeed it seems that the story must continue for I have kept the "tale telling" going."