A/N: Since I love the poems from Norseland, Imma put a few more (or just one) in here! Merci d'avoir lu!

"Well that's dreadfully insightful. Now, Echogreen, would you please FIND A WAY FOR US TO GET OUT?!"

That darned Scauldron was still here, and I just had to smile.

"Oh hush up will you?" Denÿaræ hissed. She turned around to look at the Scauldron.

You could feel the hate radiating off of the dragon. Like, I'm serious. If you thought summer weather was hot, well, you should feel hate. It's excruciating.

"Oh hush up yourself."

Denÿaræ scowled at the Scauldron and resumed her eating.

I had one chance to get everything right and stop Denÿaræ.

Closing my eyes, I willed a vine up. I could feel my magic energy depleting, but I pushed on. A small vine trickled up the side of the amber. It was small enough to get through a hole near my left leg. The vine did exactly that.

"Echogreen!" the Scauldron hissed. "What are you doing?"

"Sh!" I hissed at the Scauldron.

Sixteen wounds have I, slit is my byrnie,
all is dark before my eyes, I cannot see to tread.
Angantyr's blade has struck against my heart,
the keen weapon, hardened with poison...

The Deathsong was singing again. It was getting rather annoying. I had no idea how long this epic was going to last, but I needed to get out fast. The only way I'd be able to save the Scauldron and my own hide was if I caught the Deathsong by surprise. I needed to be quiet. Stealthy.

A raven flies from eastward, from the high gallows-tree,
after him flies the eagle.
This will be the last eagle I feed,
thus he shall drink my blood.

Though the song was really quiet creepy, it had a fabulous and fantastic ring to it. Maybe the reason why dragons fell prey to Deathsongs were because of their singing voices.

The vine that was crawling up my leg finally stopped. I closed my eyes even tighter and willed it to grow. Things were going to get very uncomfortable.

The vine grew bigger. It was getting uncomfortable VERY uncomfortable VERY quickly. The vine kept growing and growing. It curled around my back and under my stomach.

I opened my eyes and my pupils slit. The vine suddenly increased in size by a hundredfold and the amber broke. I blinked once and the vine was gone.

I spread my wings and looked at the Scauldron. "I'll be back," I whispered. Diving into the trees, I barely escaped Denÿaræ's gaze.

"What was that?" she asked groggily.

"I would attempt to shrug, but I have no idea how to when encased in such amber."

I almost blew my cover (literally!) by laughing. I really need to help that Scauldron. Rough meeting at first, but now, this humor? She's amazing.

The Deathsong sneered and turned back.

I brought my right foreleg up to my face and turned it over. Breathing silently, I blew  a charmspell over my talons. A fruit grew in my palm along with a vine. I nodded toward the Scauldron and the vine disappeared from my paw and grew up next to the Scauldron. A few moments later, it shriveled up and disappeared.

Denÿaræ turned around and looked at the Scauldron. "You're next in line for meal."

With that she started to slowly stalk toward the Scauldron.

That's when I made my move.

Leaping onto the the Deathsong's back, I dug my thistle-thorn talons into the crevasses beneath her scales.

The Deathsong screeched unholy words and threw me off her back.

I spread my wings and stopped myself from flying away from the battle. This Scauldron was important in my plan.

"Daughter of the earth! Come down from the air!"

"With pleasure," I snarled. I tightened my wings and fell rapidly at the Deathsong. I crashed into Denÿaræ before she could shoot acid at me.

While she was momentarily stunned, I plasma blasted my hottest burst at the Scauldron. I quickly turned my attention to the Deathsong.

Denÿaræ pushed me off again, but I was ready for her. I grabbed her as  I flew off.  We both tumbled through the air until I corrected my wings. Then I drove my wings forward, making both of us fall to the ground.

Vines grew up around us. It enclosed up in a large box of writhing, tumbling weeds and vines. One stray vine attacked Denÿaræ and sealed her mouth shut. She writhed and shook her head, trying to get the vine off of her, but it wasn't working.

I was panting heavily. I was new to the magic. I was only a Shortwing, I shouldn't have this much power. If only Pa - no. She was gone. Forever.

Getting tired of your magic? Denÿaræ's voice entered into my head and I stumbled back.

"N-no!"

Why don't I believe you? The sarcasm rippled over my body.

"Scauldron!" I screamed, letting the vine cage fall free.

A muted blue-green dragon leaped on top of the Deathsong and snarled. "Name's Sarcastia."

I smiled. We had done it. We had defeated the Deathsong. For now.

"Hey, don't be smiling yet. There's still the fact that I'm slowly dying and this Deathsong is still alive."

"Right."

"I think we need to kill her."

"What? Why?!"

"Capital punishment," Sarcastia said.

"But isn't that a little ... harsh?"

"Nope. Not at all. A life for a life, an eye for an eye."

"Eye for an eye makes the whole world blind, and death for a death makes the whole world dead," I countered.

"True. Should I take it to the Crazed Dragon Lunatic a few miles from here? With the Bewilderbeast?"

I thought this was a good idea and I said so.

After making a carrying case for Sarcastia to pull in the ocean with the Deathsong, Sarcastia and I stood at the edge of the cliff. I had created a knockout potion that makes one appear dead for forty-two hours.

"It was nice meeting you, Echogreen." Sarcastia said. Tears started forming in her eyes.

"I'm going to miss you, Sarcastia."

"Th-thank you for saving me, dear. Thank you for taking a chance on me when all the others flew away and left you stranded."

I was silent as I nodded.

"Will I see you again?" Sarcastia asked, her tail moving briefly.

"I - I think our paths will cross again," I managed to stutter out.

Sarcastia smiled. "I'm glad our paths crossed, dragon of the earth."

"I am too, dragon of the sea."