"Guarding the gates to the great city of Valla was the highest honor a Dwarven warrior could be given" Grimnar had to keep telling himself as he stood staring into the distance cleaning his rifle yet again, he'd long ago lost count of how many times he'd done so.
He had been granted the great honor on what seemed to be the most boring day of the year, no travelers, no traders, no diplomatic visitors, nothing but the meadow in front of the gate.
Grimnar stole a glance at his partner at the gates, Yngvi, he also looked ready to fall asleep
Suddenly Yngvi straightened and unslung his rifle from his back.
Grimnar followed his gaze and saw a lone cloaked figure approaching the gates, as the stranger got closer their eyebrows rose in confusion.
"A Dragon?"
The stranger stood at six feet tall, her face and neck were covered in purple scales, long purple hair flowed down to her shoulders and her eyes were a bloody red. She wore a brown woolen cloak over black pants and a red and black striped shirt with a leather vest over it.
"State your business, beast!" Yngvi snarled, the woman's face seemed to fall almost imperceptibly.
"I come on invitation of your King Beowulf Valla" she replied in a calm and friendly tone as she pulled a letter from her pocket, Grimnar saw her hands as she gave the letter to Yngvi, they too were covered in scales and had long black claws as sharp as knives.
Yngvi somehow looked even more displeased as he read the letter "Fine" he sighed "you may enter but don't cause any trouble, you monsters have done enough."
The woman simply nodded as the two guards slung their guns and pulled open the great oaken doors, she walked inside without another word.
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A Dragon's Journey
FantasyThe Dragon Princess Karn is on a journey to see the world but finds herself swept up in a battle over what it means to be a dragon and now she must confront that dark past of her people and fight for a brighter future
