It was done, the vendetta complete. He looked at the corpse, the blood that ran from the wound where his blade struck true. He would leave it there, the blade, where he had embedded it. The dragon slayer would do so in hope of leaving his regret behind. The cruel truth: the dragon was a nesting mother who was simply trying to protect her treasure from the ever advancing humans who reaped her land for their own. Her treasure: nine beautiful white jewels, her eggs and her legacy that would never be. The dragon slayer no longer felt revenge and anger but instead, regret. A mother of 9 killed in cold blood. He knew the eggs would never last without a mother. The last of the dragons, removed from the earth. This would haunt him for the rest of his life. Revenge, is never the answer… · Reply
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