Uriah Dwarfslayer lay in bed, awake. He had been unable to sleep for the past few days after his argument with Damon, unsure if he should apologize or wait for Damon to do it himself.
It had been a quiet few nights, and he had grown accustomed to it so much that he knew something was off when he heard the slightest of sounds, just after midnight.
It sounded like footsteps, and he was absolutely sure someone had broken in.
He pushed the covers off his side of the bed, slid off, and knelt beside it. He reached underneath, and pulled out a case. He opened it, and, inside, lay a sword in its sheath.
He picked it up and unsheathed it, making sure the sound could be heard throughout the house.
He heard the footsteps grow faster, telling he needed to move quickly. He ran towards the bedroom door, threw it open, and found the kitchen empty.
He looked down the hallway to his right, and saw the front door slightly open. He approached it quickly, and looked out into the night, only to see a dark figure disappearing down the street.
He smiled, slightly, and shook his head.
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Dwarfslayer
FantasyDamon Dwarfslayer is an outcast among the people of Royston. His entire life amounts to nothing, until he hears the story of his legendary ancestor, the Dwarfslayer, and inherits the famed sword of the same name. Under the guidance of his father, he...
