PK

Under the trees at the far end of the field lay the body of a man, dressed in the most immaculate of armour. Upon his breast, the Black dragon flew across a field of green, blowing fire to cover its escape. The five men extended their swords, mighty weapons that were now impotent and touched the tips over the body: they raised them high in the air, opening the gate to the heavens for the king’s soul to pass through. A gentle flash reflected off each of the blades.
(Waldo Felcher)