Prologue (Finale)

With a mighty cry Kalo flung out his hands, and a dragon made of lightning and thunder leapt from his fingertips, maw opening wide to devour Tundra, the Barbarian King. With a wild, gyrating motion a giant wolf made of ice and frozen wind left Tundra’s body, and the two apparitions clashed together, dragon and wolf, roars mingling as claws of sapphire and fangs of frost tore at ethereal flesh. Jagged bolts scoured and blackened the stone floors of the great arched hall, charring the rich carpets even as the blizzard froze the air, and great shards of ice built up, lancing up from the ground and hanging from the rafters, turning the throne room to ice. Thunder rumbled and shockwaves shattered the formations, and frozen shards fell, scattering to the corners of the room, impaling the fighting soldiers on the ground. The air turned to crystal mist; the scorched stone was rent and cracked, until finally the wrath of the elementals was flung out the great stained glass window behind the throne, and the storms left the chamber, and continued their battle in the blizzard and rain outside.


Even as the raging elementals left them, Kalo had his sword in his hand and charged his nemesis, a mad challenge bursting from his throat. The Barbarian king hefted his own massive axe and his lips twisted into a cruel smile.

Kalo’s blade struck the haft of Tundra’s axe, and the two circled one another.

“It’s here at last, Tundra. I’ve waited too long for this day, today you die.”

“You’re just another victim of mine, boy. One of many, and you’re no stronger than the others. As my people say among the ice lands of the north, En eldsvodi brenna skær, ís endast sól. ”

“Enough talk,” Kalo snarled. His sword came up and struck sparks on Tundra’s armoured gauntlet. The barbarian brought his axe around, trimming a few strands of hair from the top of Kalo’s head. The young warrior dropped to the ground and kicked Tundra’s legs out from under him, and the heavy barbarian fell to the ground. On his feet first, Kalo tried to finish the murderer off, but the barbarian blocked the attack with his gauntlet again. Rolling to the side Tundra rose to his feet and brought the haft of his axe around, Kalo parried the attack, but then had to leap back to avoid the axe head from shedding light on his insides. Before he could recover Tundra kicked at him, catching him in the stomach. Kalo doubled over, gasping for air, and Tundra brought up the haft of his weapon, crashing it into the warrior’s chin. Kalo hit the ground, his sword skittering away. Lifting his boot high, Tundra brought it down hard, and pain burst in the young warrior’s sword arm, accompanied by the sound of splintered bone…