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Bloody Steel

Bloody Steel

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Dragons. Since the first days of mankind, they had plagued the small tribes of humans across the lands, spewing fire and lightning from atop their massive Hive, a huge nest of dragons dug inside Mount Draken. For centuries, humankind has been bent into submission by the dragons of the Hive. Shikar is a young teen, hardly the kind of fellow anyone would believe to be capable of slaying even a single dragon. But Shikar has a power no others of his kind possess--the ability to talk to dragons. With this power, and the might of his own skill, he will traverse the land, acquiring friends and enemies on his way to the Hive, with one singular purpose. . .the absolute destruction of all of dragon kind.
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"Who's out there?" One of the men yelled. Of course only silence met them. I remained quiet and waited for the group to start moving again. "Maybe it was just an animal." Someone whispered. The person, who I assumed was the captain of the small squad, signaled for them to walk again. They clearly showed fear as they kept going; brandishing their weapons to guard themselves with. "Two are holding lanterns. I'll tell you when you're too close to them." I heard my friend whisper in my ear. I followed the men as I picked up another branch and waited for the right time to break it. They continued to walk through the forest, turning their heads in every direction as if an animal might lunge at them and rip their throats out. I guess in a way I was going to do that. "Go back a few feet." My friend whispered. I carefully distanced myself from the group and waited. "Where is she?" I quickly snapped the stick as soon as he finished asking the question. They stopped and two soldiers raised their lanterns to shine its light in the darkness. I quickly hid behind a tree before both of them turned where I was. A low frustrated growl came from one of the men, "The girl's playing with us. She's out here following our every move." How paranoia can cloud the mind. At nine years old, Silver decided to leave her village for the forest. Since then, she's been hunted; everyday is a fight for her life, every breath she takes could be her last, but she's determined to stay alive. Her life isn't the kind anyone would want to live but she's managed to survive this long so, what's a few more years?

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