The princess looked to the beast, which had crashed dead in its tracks, and it looked back at her. The princess turned to the crowds of undead and the dracolich did the same. The legions of the dead had all come to a halt and gazed upon the creature, their dead eyes were filled with the neon pink reflections of the dragons glow. The princess, almost mimicking what the necromancer had done earlier, had powerfully raised her hand to point to the nearest of the undead, and with the blink of the eye a portion of them were incinerated engulfed by the bright flames and were turned to cinders in seconds.

The necromancer looked down upon the village, he looked to his ancient beast who was now corrupted with a strong pink aura and then gazed upon the princess, what looked like fear quickly changed to anger as his gruesome features clenched into a frown. He raised his arms and the remaining dead rushed towards him climbing back over the hill and running away. The necromancer’s arms dropped and he was surrounded by a mist of darkness. A flash of lighting thundered into the mist and the necromancer was not to be seen.

The witch was still stunned from what had just happened as were the others, their young princess obliterating a large number of a powerful necromancers forces with his own dragon. “You had a connection to the dragon... how?” The Witch asked “I’ve gone to the same spot for the past year in times of sadness”. Jerome had slithered over to the princess and stared at the dracolich “I’ve seen a lot of creatures make connections before but a dracolich this young, I’m not sure this has ever been done, you see young and newly formed creatures usually have an extremely powerful bond to their creator, your tears somehow managed to overcome this bond” “so what do we do now” the princess asked “we have an undead dragon... we can do whatever we want” the witch laughed slowly.