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The Dragoneers

🇺🇸SilasDalton
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The once-proud Empire of Regganor - a conquering nation that had once towered over human and non-human realms alike - has fallen into a quickly crumbling Kingdom after the loss of a decisive war. Now, with less than a third of their forces remaining and another war brimming on the horizon, lifelong friends and Royal Knights, Alwyn and Orwick, have been selected to accompany and defend two mysterious outsiders on a quest that will determine the fate of their homeland. The only problem is, neither of them know how.
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Chapter 1 - The Dark Accord

In a realm where shadows weave and dance, 

Three figures meet by eerie chance.

 A Beast whose might, invoking dread,

 A Daemon with eyes burning red, 

And the Reaper, cloaked in darkest night, 

Summoned by the curved moonlight.

The Reaper spoke, his voice a hiss,

"Why linger here, in this abyss?

 I've called you gather with purpose clear, 

A plot to bring your power near."

The Beast, his roar cut through the trees, 

"My flames could light the largest city

Yet now my kin lie, long since gone.

Slain, their silence lingers on."

The Daemon grinned, his smile a blight, 

"I am Wrath, the Endless Fight. 

Of War and Anger, Violence, Hate, 

My power waned, but not by fate."

The Reaper's eyes were cold and deep, 

"Time is but a realm I keep.

 Taking souls to places new,

 But this new path I must pursue."

The Beast's eyes, they softly gleamed, 

"Though without, my rise be but a dream. 

In this scheme, I feel a doubt, 

A shadowed fear I dare not shout."

The Daemon laughed, a chilling sound, 

"We dance upon their burial ground. 

In fear and fire, death's sweet song, 

We three have ruled here, ages long."

The Reaper's voice, a whisper low, 

"To shift the balance, we must sow 

A seed of chaos, dark and deep, 

Awake the world from mortal sleep."

He spoke grave words with cunning bright, 

"To regain power, we must fight.

 With beastly fire, and at battle's height

We'll cast the world far from the light."

The Beast, his heart, it felt the strain,

 A hidden doubt, a silent pain. 

For in his soul, an ancient fear, 

A truth unspoken, ever near.

The Reaper sensed this secret plight, 

"In this dark scheme, all must unite. 

Your flames will burn, your might restored, 

If you embrace this dark accord."

So under Moon and starless sky, 

They plotted worlds to live and die. 

A Beast, Daemon, and Reaper's lore, 

Eternal dance forevermore.

But in their plot, a seed was sown, 

A beastly doubt, a fear unknown.

 Would power gained be worth the cost? 

Or in their scheme, should all be lost?