Ivar roared and let forth a blast of fire. It curled around Agnar, Covering up his crys.
"Now revenge shall be mine!" Ivar screamed, as he brought his clawed hand down hard on Agnars wing.
Agnar's light and senses gradually failed. His breathing was slowing down and becoming harder to do so. His tail flickered from side to side as he rested his head between his paws. He knew that his last thoughts would be of Skoli, Syreid and Spyro. The son he never knew. He looked over the horizon. Where the human villages would have been. He sighed sadly. The moon was in the sky, But oddly. He saw a bright light glowing. It got bigger and bigger and kept increasing in size. He thought it was the heavens. Coming to collect his soul. As the light drew closer. He could hear Syreids sweet voice. She was singing the exact same song that she sang when they met. He shut his eyes, wishing for the heavens to hurry up and take him. But it didn't. Instead the singing got louder and he could feel the heat of the light surrounding him.
Agnar slowly opened his eyes. He saw a welcoming and warm face smiling at him. It was Syreid! She had gathered all his friends, family even the humans who were ready with equipment to heal him.
"DADA!" He heard and a small purple dragon bounced onto him. He laughed and picked up his son. He threw him into the air to catch him. But before he could, The boy spread his wings and took flight. The sun rose and Agnar put his arm round Syreid.
"We did good, Syreid, We did very good."
Skoli put his arm on Agnar's shoulder and lent on Him.
"That is a fine specimen of a son, you got there Agnar. I could babysit you know"
"Not a chance" Said Agnar. As he watched his boy fly into the sunrise.