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I am not a good writer, nor am I a professor in English. However, I do hope you enjoy these stories I have made for your reading pleasure. Without further ado, Please enjoy.
The Dragons End
"The Dragonborn Comes ~ Malukah"

The wind began to pick up in the town of Alran and the Houses began to rattle and quake. All rushed towards the nearest cover they could find and grabbed their ears in pain as a loud thundering roar echoed across the plains. Guardsmen rushed civilians out of the open as death's fire rolled down the street. Men, women, and children ran were they could. Houses, alleyways, towers, and whatever else had a roof that they could take cover under. While the massive beast circled constantly overhead, wreaking havoc upon this small town of Alran. But! Amongst the confusion, three stood strong. The Archer rose her mighty bow and fired three shots into the sky. Like lightning, they flew and penetrated the dragon's hide. Roaring in sheer agony, the dragon fell into a nearby field in a mix of blood, fire, and dust. All three of the mighty warriors advanced, The Warrior with his Axe, The Archer with Her Bow, and the Wizard with his Staff. The mighty tyrant turned and roared "You dare to Challenge me, You will all burn!" The Mage lifted his staff and began his incantation as an intake of air was heard across the rolling plains. Fire engulfed the plains and turned all life in the area to ash. But still standing strong, inside a dome of magic, Was the mighty heroes. The warrior charged forth, letting out a loud war cry. While the archer let loose with another volley of arrows. In a mix of teeth, claws, metal, and scales. The Iron smell of blood filled the air, as the dragon's scales failed him. He let out a bloody roar which carried on for miles. The townsfolk stared at this dust cloud in front of them, whispering and wondering which was the victor. Three shadows appeared in the cloud, and exiting came the warriors. Victorious they dragged the dragon's head behind them. The townsfolk gave a cheer as their days of torment had ended. The tyrant laid dead, and the heroes vanished as if they were mere angels blessed by god to save them. Thus a legend was born.





Zalof Wolfmoon
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