Piece from the story I'm writing, it is one of the trials of the character Arneya: 'She slowly made her way to the clearing where she knew her companion to be laying. Dead or alive, she did not know. She had seen the arrow split through the air and penetrate the creatures wing and she had seen the beast roar in agony as it made a slow plummeting descent. But she was not prepared for what she faced in the small gloomy clearing of the wood. Her noble steed and long time friend lay motionless and bloody on the forest's floor. A horrible gash was torn in its head and its wings were bent in impossible angles. The dragon's eyes were red with blood and its great horns were cracked and broken. Arneya reached a lone hand out and held her other delicatley over her mouth. This could not be....it could not end this way...'