A time of legend and a time of enchantment when the fate of an empire kingdom lay squarely on the shoulders of a young boy, his name is Prince Talon son of King Roland of Rheims, who died from what was thought to be a fever. Later, it would be discovered that the Wizard DeMarest poisoned him to expand his power over Prince Talon.
Prince Talon stared into the fading twilight; the last of the suns rays cast a warm violet glow across the land. When the first shadow appeared above the castle covering the sky. He looked skyward toward the screeching sound where thirty to forty dragons cut through the sullen sky. Their tails streaming behind like pointed spears that could behead a man with one blow..
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As Talon’s mind drifted from shock to the horror all around him, his fury was ten times hotter than hell. He stared up at the dark clouds rolling down from the mountains. He had one hope that he would one day get the chance to face DeMarest and kill him with his own two hands.
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“DOWN, GET DOWN,” yelled Talon, as the beast got close enough to kill both men Talon leaped into the air with his sword still pointed upward and hit the beast in its neck as its claws were about to grab both men. The momentum of Talon and his sword took a head-sized chunk of its meat along with the beasts head tearing it clean off as it fell on the men’s legs as it knocked them to the ground, it would have crushed them if it had hit them square on, as it was both men could push the beast off of them and jump to their feet.....
