Duggal was a blacksmith and content to be so, but fate and destiny had other plans for the only man to ever slay a dragon. War rages everywhere, and the burden he carries weighs heavy, but the knowledge of his approaching destiny weighs heavier. Sweet dreams of days at the forge are lost in the search for the Lady of the Axe. He must find her for the fate of many depends upon it. And so does his.
A heavy sigh escaped his lips as, leaning on his great sword for support, he reached down and scooped up his helmet. With a visible effort he managed to get the sword into the scabbard that rode at his back. Only then did he turn around to see the fate of the king.
The king lay dead, along with his two sons, mere paces from where he stood. “They called me the Dragonae, the warrior who cannot be killed, the one man who could protect them, keep them alive.” He paused to gaze at them for a moment. “I guess they were half right.”
He took the fallen king’s sword from his hand and stuck it in the ground, lifted the broken crown and hung it on the pommel, then sadly turned away.
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