"...The dragons then were ruthless, not these plush toys"Markus' eyes narrowed, his tone growing more urgent. "But what you've done is much more than a challenge," he said. "You've gone against the very principles of our alliance. We can't have you doing things like this, it could tear us apart!"Finn sighed, his gaze turning distant. "I know it was a risk," he said. "But I couldn't stand by and watch those dragons be harmed. They're just like any other creature, they deserve to be treated with respect and dignity."Markus shook his head. He couldn't argue with that. "You're just making things more complicated. You're looking for an excuse to run off and hide like some hermit!""How dare you say that to me!? After what you've witnessed, you still think I'm trying to run away?""I'm not saying that to insult you," Markus said, his voice growing calmer. "But I have to wonder if you're looking for an escape, rather than a solution. Our alliance was founded on the principle of coexistenc
Markus' eyes narrowed, his tone growing more urgent. "But what you've done is much more than a challenge," he said. "You've gone against the very principles of our alliance. We can't have you doing things like this, it could tear us apart!"Finn sighed, his gaze turning distant. "I know it was a risk," he said. "But I couldn't stand by and watch those dragons be harmed. They're just like any other creature, they deserve to be treated with respect and dignity."Markus shook his head. He couldn't argue with that. "You're just making things more complicated. You're looking for an excuse to run off and hide like some hermit!""How dare you say that to me!? After what you've witnessed, you still think I'm trying to run away?""I'm not saying that to insult you," Markus said, his voice growing calmer. "But I have to wonder if you're looking for an escape, rather than a solution. Our alliance was founded on the principle of coexistence, not just hiding away. If we're going to create a better
Before he could even think about what to do, he heard the pounding of footsteps behind him. He turned around to see a massive, ferocious-looking dragon barreling towards him. It let out a mighty roar, and Carlisle felt the ground shake beneath his feet.Finn was the one who had sold the dragon babies, and he had been motivated by greed. Carlisle, on the other hand, had been scarred by a dragon years ago, and that had shaped his entire life. He was terrified of dragons, and he had devoted himself to keeping them away from people. But now, he was faced with a situation that he couldn't control.The momma dragon let out a deafening roar, and Carlisle could feel the ground tremble beneath his feet. He knew that he had to act fast. But what could he possibly do? He didn't have any weapons, and he was no match for a dragon. All he had was the baby dragon in his hands. It was then that he had an idea. He held the baby dragon out towards the approaching momma dragon, and he began to speak in a
Dorian felt Juniper's frustration mounting as he held her in his arms. She was giving him the cold shoulder, her arms crossed and her expression one of discontent. He knew he'd messed up, and he wasn't sure how to fix it. So he just held her close, hoping that his presence might somehow make things better.But Juniper was having none of it. "Why even bother?" she said, her voice heavy with disappointment. Dorian felt a sinking feeling in his stomach.Dorian's heart sank as he heard Juniper's words. He knew he had made a mistake, and that he had hurt her in some way. He wasn't sure what to do to make it right, so he decided to give her some space. He knew that sometimes the best thing to do was to give someone the space they needed.But as he walked away, he couldn't help but feel a sense of loss. He wanted to be there for Juniper, to make her feel better. He wanted to be the one who could make her smile, the one who could brighten her day. But it seemed that he had failed in that regar
The Blackwoods gathered in their grand hall, feasting and laughing as they always did. But even as they enjoyed their opulence, they couldn't help but feel a twinge of resentment toward their lowly son-in-law, Markus. They snickered at his shabby clothes and mocked his lack of refinement. "You're nothing more than a peasant," sneered Lord Blackwood, the head of the family. "You'll never amount to anything in this world. You're lucky we even let you marry our daughter.""I may not be as refined as you, but I have something you'll never have," replied Markus, his eyes flashing with defiance. "I have the favor of the gods. You can mock me all you want, but you'll never be able to touch me. I'm beyond your reach.""You arrogant fool!" snapped Lady Blackwood, her face reddening with anger.The Blackwoods were among the wealthiest and most powerful families in the land, and they looked down on Markus with scorn. He was of humble birth, and his lack of wealth and status were an affront to th
Suddenly, a shadow fell over the clearing, and a monstrous roar echoed through the air. The dragon had found him. With a flick of its powerful tail, it knocked him to the ground, and he could feel the heat of its breath on his skin.Using every ounce of strength he had, Markus scrambled to his feet and swung the Sword of the Gods at the dragon. It connected with a resounding clang, and the dragon reeled back, snarling. But it was only a momentary setback, and the dragon soon regained its footing.The dragon swiped at him with its massive claws, and he just barely managed to duck out of the way. His heart was pounding in his chest, and he knew he had to find a way to defeat the beast before it was too late. Suddenly, he had an idea. He closed his eyes and concentrated, focusing all of his energy on his senses.He could hear the dragon's every breath, feel the wind as its wings flapped, smell the acrid stench of its scales. It was overwhelming, but he forced himself to keep his focus.Ma
Celeste's heart sank as she listened to the sound of silence on the other end of the line. She held her breath, hoping against hope that he would speak. But as the seconds ticked by, the only sound she heard was the faint buzz of static on the phone.Finally, she hung up, her hands shaking and tears welling in her eyes. She had never felt so alone.Celeste's wedding day dawned, and she felt like a prisoner in her own body. She had tried everything to escape her fate, but her parents had left her no choice. She would be married to Bradford, whether she liked it or not.As the ceremony began, she felt her heart sink. She was about to lose everything she had ever cared about. But just as the priest was about to pronounce them man and wife, a thunderous roar echoed through the hall.A great shadow passed over the assembled guests, and all eyes turned upward to see a dragon descending from the sky.The rumors were true - the god of war had returned, and he had come to stop the wedding. As t
The sentries from Capital City of Precipice arrived at Markus's home, their faces grim and unsmiling. They explained that he was to be brought before the governor, to answer for his actions."What have I done?" asked Markus, his heart sinking. "I only did what I thought was right.""The people are in danger because of you," said the lead sentry. "And the governor demands an explanation."Celeste's eyes flashed with anger. "He is the god of war!" she exclaimed. "You saw the dragon! Surely that must mean something!"The governor waved a dismissive hand. "Anyone can tame a dragon, if they know the right incantations," he said. "It is not proof of divinity.""But he saved me!" cried Celeste, her voice breaking. "He is not the one who has put us in danger. It is the god killers who threaten us all!""Enough!" roared the president, slamming his fist on the table. "You will not speak out of turn, girl! And as for you, boy," he said, turning to Markus."You have put our people in danger," said