C. R. Bryan
A gently shining aura, shaped coffin-like, formed closely around William Wimmur’s rigid, grimacing body. Mortimer the Magnificent Dragon sighed nonchalantly, 'Oh well, another day, another demon.' Morty took a ring of running rainbow fire off one of his dainty, long fingers. He did a calliope version of one of his favorite tunes, 'Find a Ring,' and slid the ring onto William’s left index finger. The flaming ring adjusted to fit William, as if it were an old possession. 3