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Reign of Darkness and Starlight

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To be granted the life of a dragon rider is something that anyone on the continent of Ascella would gladly give their lives for, but for those that live on the continent of Hastolar, it is considered a death sentence.

Once every decade Queen Valara calls upon all of the dragon riders spread out across Hastolar for a select few to earn the chance to become a part of her Queen's guard.

Gold.
Glory.
Death.

All things promised to the unlucky few who are made to compete in the kingdom's most look forwarded to, blood bath.

Twenty go in...

While only five are pulled into a lifetime of servitude.All Rights Reserved

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Kingdom Reign

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Season 2
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Lead The Way ᴬᴸᴵᶜᴱᴺᵀ ᴴᴵᴳᴴᵀᴼᵂᴱᴿ

Love. Love was a lot like going to war. One never returns the same. She had to resist the urge to give a bitter laugh. A more poetic woman could have made that sounded far better than it was. But could she have understood it to the degree Einar Atal herself did? No, the Warrior doubted that. She could still remember it. The love. The way it had inspired her to feats that made her now groan with a certain shame. It had driven her mad. The insatiable desire - the need for another person, something Einar fancied herself having forgot years and years ago. Oh, but her love had been beautiful. Not a soul alive could have argued against that fact, nor would one have survived even the insinuation. The voice, she could hear it like the faintest echo- if she tried...Only if she just... Tried.