His breath was heavy and ragged as he stood there, gripping a broken spear in his hand and his one good eye staring down the beast that attacked his home. He didn’t remember how long this fight had dragged on as it could have been three hours or three days, all he knew was that it was night now and the beast's glow was weaker than before.

The beast had three horns on its face, or it used to have three until he lured it to charge into a boulder that was on the beach and broke one of its big horns. He had a better time when they were on the beach, where the sand slowed the beast's movements but with how much blood it lost it didn’t matter they were now grass under their feet.

He didn’t remember when they ended up the beach hill to grassy tundra but it didn't matter as he saw the beast snort and stomp its feet. It was rearing up for a charge and he could see it was the last hurrah and its glow was growing brighter.

He gripped the broken spear in his hand and was ready for this last charge. His body ached from the drawn out fight and both new and old scars on his body were wearing on him. He was already an old man to his people and he wondered if the village would moran him.

The villagers were the only people who would miss him as he had no family in old lands and he was in no shape to take in wife to make a new family. He was some old viking turned blacksmith and man set in his ways. The village was a base camp for exploring, and harvesting resources in the new lands for Grœnland, as it was sorely missing. 

They even were able to start farming the land, which was very hard in the tundra grasslands, the farmland the beast was attracted to and destroyed. He was in his workshop, which was furthest from farmlands, and didn’t get to farmlands until the beast finished feeding on the crops and killed several young men.

The beast roared before charging towards him and he planted his feet to wait for the perfect moment. The beast’s movement was simple and had a hard time turning around. The beast’s horn was inches away from his face before he dodged out of the way and plunged the broken spear into the neck of the beast. 

He stumbled back onto butt as the beast crashed into the ground and wasn’t moving. His breath started to slow as watched the beast’s final breaths and winced as pain surged his body. He was having an adrenaline crash and all the pain caused by the fight was filling his pain before something else filled him.

This feeling felt odd, some invisible force pulling to his feet and leading him to the beast. He pulled the spear out of the beast’s neck and moved to the side of the beast. The invisible was making him hunger and hungry for one thing, the beast’s heart.

Cutting open the beast was hard due to the thick leathery hide and he took pause from the heart being the size of a small barrel. The heart itself was glowing and called to him. He steeled himself and took a bite into it and that invisible force pushed him to eat it all.

He didn’t understand how he was able to eat the whole heart and not feel bloated from all that meat in his stomach, instead he felt a surge of energy running through his body. The soreness and pain in body faded away and felt like he was back in his prime as he stood up. 

He looked out to the horizon to watch the sun rise up and break the dark clouds that had been threatening to start a storm. He moved to touch the wound that the beast made with nose horn and froze to see it had closed up. He glanced to his shoulder to see the burn mark from lightning nearly grazed him and saw it had healed as well.

“Was this beast a dragon…” He whispered as he looked at the beast’s corpse and wondered if he truly stopped the oncoming storm that the beast had brought upon his life.