To Wrestle with Wind

To Wrestle with Wind

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Set in the same town as Saint George slayed his dragon 100 years after his death, a band of Roman soliders seek to continue his legacy and protect their town from the beasts. However, as the older generation passes and the torch of legacy gets passed onto them, they discover that the fight of Saint George's that they so desperately wanted to keep was far more daunting and terrifying than any dragon. Can they slay the beast George died fighting, or risk becoming the beast themselves?
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Cover by: @wild_and_deadly Character banners by: @Alphagurl24 Incomplete. "Dressed in bronze chainmail armour like a snake's skin, a heavy silver, poison dipped arrow in his hand, a bow on the other, and face blocked off by his helmet, the knight stood his ground on top of the mountain's cliff as the dragon swooped down at him. On and on they went, shooting arrows and fire at each other, until the man was down to his last arrow. The evil, obsidian beast and its radiant blue flames had taken everything from him. And now he would do the same. But as he placed his last arrow on his bow, the dragon came down at him with his sharp, charcoal black talons and slashed at the knight. The beast tore through his armour and body, pushing him back with the powerful beating if his wings. As the young knight tumbled downhill, a strange beauty came running into the clearing at the bottom of the beast's layer. His helmet slipped off his head and revealed a bloody, bruised face. A familiar face. And it was only then, I realized the knight was me, and woke up with gasp." --- Find out what happens in Alex Beck's story, The Blood of the Beast. Incomplete. --- Start: 20/06/16 Finish: 29/04/17 Incomplete. --- Editing and writing.

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