The Crown and the Dragon

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It was spoken, by our Elders,

that a darkness would come,

a shadow that would turn

brother on brother,

a plague of fire and steel.

A plague of fear

in the form of a dragon.

Those who still live remember

when the Vitalion came,

their endless legions broke through

the people like a mighty steel wave.

And with their metal they brought fire.

They brought the very beast of prophecy.

A dragon.

Man and beast and the earth herself

collapsed beneath its curse.

The Deiran, were broken,

our heroes and dreams were

swallowed in unquenchable flame.

The dragon destroyed everything.

Even as our people clung

to the edge of an Abyss,

they had one hope.

That a hero would rise

to fulfill the prophecy,

a warrior of light to do battle

with the very Inferno itself,

to crown a dragon,

kill a dragon.

We must reach Garrick

with the Falarica by Lamma's Eve.

I'll leave at dawn.

I was pursued... A Vitalion patrol.

Vitalions?

They should have moved on by now.

Only a few patrols are left.

They're delayed

with attacks in the south.

It's alright.

- The dragon sleeps.

- Corvus has spies everywhere.

- It's only a matter of time...

- Time, time...

My niece must come with me.

It would if it were not so.

The Leode will be safe,

should anything happen...

Perhaps.

The Leodrine still awaits the prophecy.

It's getting light outside,

I'll double back toward the ford

and head north.

And then?

I'll keep them interested as I can.

Elenn. Elenn. Rise, my child.

- Aunt?

- Dress yourself.

Plain. We need to leave.

Leave? Where?

I know you were eavesdropping

so you can drop the mummer's act.

But we have no servants...

No escort

It's the plainest one I've got.

It's a wonder one of the servants

didn't steal it when they ran off.

Where are we going?

Open it.

Some say it was a great weapon,

broken in an ancient battle.

Is this the Falarica?

It is now the path

to Deiran independence.

For your impertinence.

Magister Corvus,

we found one of Garrick's men.

Very good.

I apologize.

The Guard can be a little

overzealous with traitors.

There's only one traitor here.

The Emperor is master in Deira now.

We Deiran are his subjects,

so you are traitor to him.

You plot to make Garrick King.

Garrick is no king but a low-born

pretender to a broken throne.

Beautiful aren't they?

They are despised by us Deirans,

and yet they possess

the greatest of all qualities.

They are survivors.

But I digress.

The Vitalions, in their wisdom,

pride themselves on employing

some of the finest interrogators

in the known world.

Priests from the disease

and rat ridden islands of Ravalan, mainly.

They worship some particularly

bloodthirsty gods out there,

and they have found the time,

and inclination,

to raise torture to a veritable art form.

I once saw them remove

a living man's skin in a single piece.

Not to worry,

I prefer more civilized methods.

It is painless,

after the initial discomfort

but I'm afraid you'll be dead

within the hour.

There.

Now, you will tell me everything

you know about the Falarica

and the one who guards it.

I'm sorry I brought you

into this child.

You shouldn't concern yourself

with such things.

Your father would not have wished it.

Aunt, I'm not a child anymore.

Stay calm, girl.

You have a pass?

Where are you traveling?

The Leode of Ghel.

We bear candles for the sisters.

With no servants?

They ran off,

taking everything you lot

hadn't already burned or stolen.

Forgive her.

She was raised with indulgence and

forgets the inevitabilities

of occupation.

I thirst.

No, not you. You.

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