A Song for Bards

A Song for Bards

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Lyra Burkheart and her dragon Lyrvos, must traverse their known world and the world beyond their borders in hopes to escape the kings malicious plot against her family. In the realm known as Dilwyn, the four great kingdoms and their houses each hold dragons for their children. An idea long ago to set forth peace, will determine the fate of the realm itself, and begin a War of the Skies. *P.S. This was written on my phone and on my Mac, I would ask that you just remember this is a first draft to a story that has long been on the brain, so if you see any typos, please forgive me! *
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Since the death of both sets of her parents, Fynnith has lived far to the northwest, in the orcish fighting pits of Argul Kar after being taken as a prisoner when just a child. Having survived as the most feared fighter in the pits for over a dozen years, her mental health has increasingly deteriorated to the point where she is constantly hearing a voice in her head telling her to break out of the stone cell she sleeps in between fights, as she had a destiny to fulfill. After blacking out when the voice finally got too loud, she wakes up on a dirt road in a land she doesn't recognize. With an uncertain future, she looks to restart her life, not knowing that events beyond her knowledge have already started to move in ways that will force her to fight for things that the fighting pits never could have prepared her for. After all, a battle for love isn't always as direct as that with a sword. Or, maybe it is? TW: People will die, blood will spill, and there may be a little smut (if you're lucky!)

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