The King

Zali plunges the black dagger into the green dragon's scaled hide, his hand supporting the pommel for leverage. Ice begins to crystalize around his fingers, it travels down his arm, before anyone has a moment to think the pommel explodes in shards of darkness. As I, Severus, fall over my own weight, I see a tall shadowed figure wearing a crown standing where the dagger was. Its hand is wrapped around the throat of the dragon encasing its neck in ice. My vision fades... LONG LIVE THE KING!