It happened a few years back, when the new king of Fiona had only just been appointed as the ruler.
It was a joyous day for the kingdom, people were happy, heads were bowed and countries upon countries came for the coronation, it was spectacular.
It was said the power of the king was handed down from generations to generations which all started from the blood of a dragon.
All kings who had been assigned this duty was forced to do one thing,
A sacrifice.
One that would be offered to the dragon god in exchange for a powerful feat that'd let the king rival any and all enemies.
Some would offer their most prized possession, others a part of that body and some even sacrificed their loved ones.
It had been that way for generations to come, and no one had dared to doubt the system.
Except for one king,
The current king of Fiona, West Quinn.
