A Vision of Terror

"Hold your weapons." Tiella cried as she spied the shadow of a great dragon rising from the bleached carcass. "It is but the dragons shade, your steel will do no good against such a foe!"

And true enough they saw that the form of the dragon that rose before them was ghostly and transparent, as if formed form the mists of the cavern itself. It would take a great will indeed to hold together such an image. The Dragon glared down at them as it rose towards the caverns ceiling, its eyes gleaming brightly.

Tiella drew her dagger and called upon the last vestiges of the Valkyrie magic. A breeze began to pick up within the chamber and the image of the dragon wavered. Its jaws opened in response and an ear splitting roar filled the cavern. Tiella forced out the last of her magic and the breeze grew in strength tearing at the image of the dragon, its form rolling away in great wisps of mist.

There was a loud crash like the rumble of thunder and suddenly the image dissipated leaving only the thick vapors that shifted along the cavern floor. The bones of the dragon remained unmoved in the center of the chamber and from their direction a soft laughter emanated.

VERY GOOD, VERY GOOD! came the dragons voice as if from a great distance. NOW SPEAK... WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE OF ME?