wielder
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III
When was I ever happy? I often pondered this question within this realm. Dragons, those that were feral of mind, often felt happy for the most inane of reasons. A good hunt. A destructive rampage. A new addition to their… Continue reading
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IV
My wielder, my fourth, was at the end of his life. Stricken with an illness that even the best doctors of the land were unable to cure. Some said this was a curse I had given upon him. Others said… Continue reading