Endre saw the crack in the ground and the thick brown pungent liquid oozing forth. Those who had lived here before Endre’s people arrived called it flame giver. They believed that a powerful dragon slept beneath and said that they had heard the dragon grumbling.
Endre prayed to Thor that the dragon stayed below the surface, for last night he had heard and felt the dragon move. Yes the ground had moved and shaken, cracking buildings. The door to Endre and Atrikd’s home had spit and shelves had fallen. Precious belongings had broken. With one last glance, Endre crossed himself.