We have a two-way tie.
You have until 23:59 (GMT) on March the 30th to make your choice.
The two stories still in contention:
Tribute by Victoria Silverwolf
Evensong by Hugh
Each day they washed him and propped him up in bed.
Then one night, the dragon of all dragons called to him, a call menacing as thunder, yet soft and refreshing as the morning dew.
He felt his wings unfurl and his spirit start to soar.
By morning only his body remained to witness their tears.
You have until 23:59 (GMT) on March the 30th to make your choice.
The two stories still in contention:
Tribute by Victoria Silverwolf
Two humans approached. The woman carried a sword, but the wyrm had survived many attacks.
The pair stopped. The woman laid her weapon on the ground, then kicked it toward the wyrm. The man pulled instruments from a pouch. The wyrm grabbed the offering with its claws and slithered away.
"Was it worth the loss of a fine blade?" The woman frowned.
"A tiny price," the man replied, "to sketch the last of its kind."
Evensong by Hugh
Each night he dreamed of dragons riding the evening winds, wings iridescent in the sunset, spiralling higher, ever higher.
Each day they washed him and propped him up in bed.
Then one night, the dragon of all dragons called to him, a call menacing as thunder, yet soft and refreshing as the morning dew.
He felt his wings unfurl and his spirit start to soar.
By morning only his body remained to witness their tears.
