When it Comes the Hero's Turn to Die

by AussieSparkey

This is actually an English project that I wrote and completed before realising that it was, technically, a fanfiction. In short, it is a rewrite of the lead up to and the dragon battle set in a futuristic setting and written in the form of a play. Warning for character death.

1. Exposition

For decades the Geats had been ruled by Wulf, the famed Hunter and leader who had spent much of his youth travelling in southern Scandinavia, defeating hybrid creations that were remnants of a devastating war. Beasts usually only found in nightmares, crafted from the imagination of war-torn veterans and painstakingly built over many months by scientists in cold, white labs designed to dominate the modern field of battle… the men and women who had fought in that war were long gone but the beasts remained, emerging from caverns and swamps to wreak havoc on the surrounding countryside.

When Hilag's line (which had ruled the Geats for generations) died out, Wulf returned home to provide the strong leadership the tribe needed; without a strong leader nearby tribes would invade, looking for more land for hunting and farming. His battle prowess feared as it was, Wulf and the Geats were gifted with 50 years of relative peace before disaster struck.

A travelling farmer was passing through the Geats when he happened upon a cave. Thinking to shelter from the rain, the traveller spent the night peacefully. When he awoke, however, he noticed in the light from the sun that which he had not seen as he prepared to sleep; a hoard of weapons and gold fit for a dragon. Unthinkingly, the traveller gleefully took as much as he could carry before fleeing the Geats. After all, it wasn't like it would belong to a real dragon.