The next morning, Uriah walked into his workshop, and saw exactly what he expected. Where a finished sword had once hung against the wall there was nothing except a pinned folded piece of paper.
Uriah took it off, and unfolded it.
Dear Father, it said.
I’m very sorry if I scared you in the house. I needed some food for the trail, because I’m taking your advice. I’m going to steal the Dwarfslayer’s sword.
I’m sorry I wasn’t the son you wanted.
I’m trying, though, and I hope that bringing back the sword will help.
By the time you read this, I will have already left Royston, and am on my way to getting revenge on that dwarf.
Tell mother I said bye.
Signed,
Damon
P.S. This sword on your wall looked better than mine, so I’m taking it.
Uriah put the letter down, sighed, and shook his head. “Light help you, Damon,” he said. “You’re gonna need it.”
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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...
