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Chapter 1.
A Brothers Revenge.
(The huge black dragon stalked towards the frightened girl.
"A very pretty one this time indeed..." he said snaking his forked tongue in and out. Without warning one of his giant claws shot forward and the girl's head was gone. Only a bloody splatter.)
Eric was filled with rage at that moment, sheer rage, he let loose one arrow, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. All that was left of the dragon he had slain was a bloody mass of pulp. And all that was left of his sister was her torso. He fell to his knees sobbing, his sisters torso was impaled on a jutting rock in the ceiling, He cried with undefined rage and ran out of the dragon's den, going to return to his company. He ran through the night, morning and afternoon, he saw his camp ahead, archers milled about their silver, white, and black hair reflecting the bright sunlight, an elven company of the greatest archers in Volunina. Eric ran into the camp and before any elf could blink was into his tent, he confided with the darkness, blood caked his ribs and his arm was torn open and was sagging and infected. But he did not care. Nothing was important to him anymore, even life. His sister was dead.
(If i get 4 yes's i will write another chapter.)
A Brothers Revenge.
(The huge black dragon stalked towards the frightened girl.
"A very pretty one this time indeed..." he said snaking his forked tongue in and out. Without warning one of his giant claws shot forward and the girl's head was gone. Only a bloody splatter.)
Eric was filled with rage at that moment, sheer rage, he let loose one arrow, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. All that was left of the dragon he had slain was a bloody mass of pulp. And all that was left of his sister was her torso. He fell to his knees sobbing, his sisters torso was impaled on a jutting rock in the ceiling, He cried with undefined rage and ran out of the dragon's den, going to return to his company. He ran through the night, morning and afternoon, he saw his camp ahead, archers milled about their silver, white, and black hair reflecting the bright sunlight, an elven company of the greatest archers in Volunina. Eric ran into the camp and before any elf could blink was into his tent, he confided with the darkness, blood caked his ribs and his arm was torn open and was sagging and infected. But he did not care. Nothing was important to him anymore, even life. His sister was dead.
(If i get 4 yes's i will write another chapter.)
