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Their dragonflight lessons over the last few days had gone surprisingly well, even despite Smaug 'accidentally' losing Elric in the lake a couple times—the Melnibonean had still seemed willing to trust Smaug afterward, each time, to the dragon's great amusement. Elric's dedication and perseverance were eventually rewarded, and he was allowed to enjoy the skies as the dragonrider he'd been prior to appearing at Hogwarts, free of the fear of being bucked off or Smaug flipping upside down at an inopportune moment in midair.

Stormbringer's incessant howling as it burned with an unnatural fire served as a good reminder that this was not an exercise without purpose. It was time to put their practise to good use, and end the foul infant sun's reign of terror and extinguish Stormbringer in the same stroke.

Smaug lay on the ground within his lairing territory in the Forbidden Forest, watching on as Elric readied himself for the task ahead. It was a simple enough thing, in theory; flying close enough to the false sun that Elric and his blade could feast on its soul. Smaug had managed to get closer with each experimental attempt before the overpowering feeling of sickness took hold and forced him back. He was hardly inured against the effects of the false sun, and knew that he might never be—but was nonetheless prepared to make their final attempt, this time carrying Stormbringer with them. Apparently no one else was capable or willing to do anything about the shrieking menace in the sky, and so it fell to them.

"Are you ready?"