Siegfried rushed through the door, Drachenblut in hand. He walked towards the bed in the corner. There lay the cold, motionless body Siegfried knew as Amelia. He put his hand on her shoulder, her cold, stiff shoulder. Silent tears rolled down his cheek as he realized he was too late. He sat onto the bed and stared at his trusted blade sitting in the corner. Even through his blurred, teary vision, he could make out the name etched into the hilt.
“I’ll see you again soon, my beloved.”
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Quest For A Beloved
FantasyA grief-stricken knight by the name of Siegfried travels to Ostenburg castle in hopes of obtaining the only medicine that can save his wife Amelia from the brink of death: Dragon's blood. He'll rely on the sharpness of both his wit and sword, but wi...
