The Legend of The Dragon's FanThe land of Devoran had always known the champion. The king knew the truth, the one whom had the blade didn't matter, it was all in the blade.The Legend of The Dragon's Fan
The name of the blade was Dragon’s Fang; it had been crafted by a great mage and an even greater weapon smith known only as the Light One. The Light One had crafted many things for royalty. This was the first that was not the smith's own design. The mage had foretold of a great invasion from the north and this tidal wave of darkness would sweep over the lands raping and pillaging all in its path.
The first owner of this
Recovered TreasureA dark figure broke the surface of the water, took a deep breath and dived again, much to the dismay of the two watching from the cliffs above. One of them, old, hair gray, with a quiet reservation hard won of many moons spent upon Gaia’s land. The other, younger, impatient, pacing the cliff side, stopping and scanning their surroundings at every sound, every once in awhile stopping to glace at the water below, then at the quickly darkening sky.Recovered Treasure
The pacer stopped once and motioned at the sun setting, the watcher just nodded and motioned her away, much to the pacer’s dismay. The minutes ticked by as the sun drooped lower in the
Draconic EternalRising o’er the clouds on leathern wings, Winds caressing, holding, loving, Sun warming, calming, soothing, Rising higher and higher ‘Til earth meets space.Draconic Eternal
Closing the wings inward, now, Plummeting toward the waters, Waves enfold, accept, reform Diving e’er deeper,
‘Til water meets fire.
Reborn, reformed, I rise again Draconic form in its entire splendor Maintaining life’s balance Unbeknownst to the mortals I keep
Forever trapped, forever longing, Forever hoping for one to share This burden I’ve accepted Carrying these
working
Love you...
GOOD MOOD.. Pass it on...
Runs back...
ah well.. now I have found you.. and will STALK YOU!
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