Since the day he'd been conceived, Clay had a purpose. He had a reason for existing, as gruesome as it could be considered. He'd been born to kill the Dragon, the malicious goddess of the End, and he planned to succeed. Once he was changed, he slid on his shoes and exited his room. He heard no noises below, leading him to assume that his sister had also left the home, likely having gone out to assist in the fields. After all, it was just another day. Nothing special was happening, nothing tragic. The village lost nothing that day, as Clay no longer existed in their eyes. He couldn't, not until he'd slain the dragon and freed their world. That was his mission, his purpose. And unlike those that came before him; he would not fail. --- welcome to this... uh... this. that's about it. warning, this story will contain the following: - blood - depictions of violence - strong language - potential romantic relationships - potential character death
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