Ice Maze (Part 2)

{collab of Bliss & Prophet}

(Part 2 )
{Trial by Fire}

So onward he sets his course,
down the mountainside,
having reached the peak,
there was nothing left
but to continue onto matters at hand,
and descend
into the barren valley below.
This side of the mountains
had less life, already,
near the summit.
As he and his black steed marched on,
downwards,
all well worn paths
turned to craggy rock,
loose footing Farcicle
and his steadfast companion
occasionally
slipping sliding
sensing the treachery afoot
bravely going on
still.

Thats when the air began to smell of sulphur.

He knew what he would encounter,
for he had trod this path before.
Not this exact way,
mind you,
but the path of adventure, danger, and freedom.

A simple snake reared up in flames,
and the knight believed
he had a fire snake on his hands.

However, he was mistaken.
The fire snake squirmed backwards,
and it began to pulse.
Growing, growing, growing
into a Ginormous Flame Wyrm.

A fire dragon was on his hands

Shielding attacks
grand natured swoops
raking rumble.
Wings flap about
corkscrewing all around
certain death seemed to loom.
Our hero laid his sword down,
grabbed for a couple of tiny winged shoes,
from his arsenal,
and sped right to the heart of his foe.

Concentrating the power of water in his mind,
he called upon the rains to pour water from the heavens,
and the dragon began to shrink
to about the size of his steed.
The knight locked his gaze
with that of this miniature dragon,
and tamed it with his mind.

Energy explodes outwards,
as a spell seems to backfire.
The dragon does not perish,
but it's body is no more,
for it has become a being of light.
The dragon steps into the steed,
and horse and dragon are one,
to ride through the night,
on bat like leather wings

The Air filled with fire
the smoke lay thick
coating lungs
till coughing black gunk.
Farcicle needs to find the raft.
He must then cross the river of singing souls
to find the elfen fairy
to find the wooden spoon that makes magic butter
coaxing them while resting and healing
farcicle can then summon all the lands spirit's for guidance.

The butter's effects come on strong
but slowly
put on a piece of 3 day old bread from his satchel.
He makes sure to leave at least half
to waft in the air surrounding. . . .

First insects
then animals
then spirits of all dimensions
Take over his dreams

Before he knows it.
His dream takes him to his fair maiden's arms.
Her skin cold lips all blue,
Turning purple.
Mist for breaths
and In an instant
the Ice King interrupts
screaming

You'll Never make it past me minions
and if you do you won't be
sufficiently clever or brave and insane enough
To beat my castle's defenses!

This dreamland takes the quest to rest
now is time to test the new crest
found in the bushes to the left
of the mountains of eagles lairs

And proceed with great caution.
For Our hero suspects
the king knows now he's on his way
thanks to that butter.