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Poems of Majora 9. These Final Hours
Poems of Majora


9. These Final Hours

These are the hours
Of what little time remains
As the people all cry
With no more future to attain
These are the hours
That enshroud beyond gloom
As the sphere now turns red
And casting certain Doom
The ground begins to rumble
And the trees now start to shake
As the shockwave spreads wide
And the people start to quake
The people run away
And some even hide
As they flee from their fate
For every creature will die
The moon gets ever closer
A ball glowing in pure ire
As it's face is so angry
And will set the world on fire
And the people all cry
From the young to the old
That they must bear through this horror
As the stories once told
Now Majora is getting closer
To accomplishing its goal
To consume the whole world
And not spare a single soul
Once again the people wait
For that strange song to arrive
The one that's saved them plenty
That reverses all of time
But the night has become silent
And not a single tune was heard
That
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Literature
Ironheart - The Tale of the Half Dragon Chapter 1
Ironheart
The Tale of the Half Dragon


Chapter 1 - The Magnum Tastes Blood
Jaxsom. Wake up, Jaxsom.
The voice was not heard from the ear, but from the mind. And Jaxsom opened his eyes to see who was calling.
Jaxsom. Jaxsom! Come outside! Hurry!
Jaxsom wondered from where he was hearing from originated. But he had little time to think when a gunshot reverberated from outside.
Jaxsom immediately jumped off of bed and began to awkwardly put on his trousers and shirt, along with a black vest his father gave him. After fully clothing himself, he went to the chest where the Fifty Magnum was inside, still admiring it's size and power as he lifted it up.
He tied the holster and bullet belt that was also in the chest around his waist. And then he began loading the mighty weapon. He opened the cylinders and loaded all six of them. Fully prepared, he then headed out of his bedroom door.
To his surprise, Gwineth and Mother were already out of bed, still w
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Literature
Life Without the Lie (Demo Poem)
Life Without the Lie
I can no longer relax in Fantasy
It just seems to have lost its spark
All the worlds I would travel at the turn of the page
And at the movement of the joystick
And at the drive down the highway to nearest who know where
My home has become a poison
And I can no longer find serenity within the four corners of my room
With posters of odd bands that I like
And that creaky bed with the mattress that I still need to replace
I don’t believe this depression
For it does not reflect pure melancholy
Nor the joy that I used to relish very so
Even as I write these sentences to paper
Or type them on my soon to die computer
I feel the feeling of emptiness and lack of fulfillment
That no fandom or mere pleasure can fill
The Lie that we call Fantasy
My companion through the darker years of my life
My savior when the night fell dark
And no moon was there to light my passage
Now I have betrayed it
Or rather, maybe it has betrayed me
For the high of release now escapes me
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Literature
Ironheart - The Tale of the Half Dragon Prologue
Ironheart
The Tale of the Half Dragon


Prologue - What has Been and What will Be

Centuries have passed since the Oblivion Crisis near Kyreem's border. And the Duchy ultimately collapsed after the end of the Duchess Viktoria. A time of peace then followed, and Kyreem has risen from the ashes to kindly monarchies and Kings.
Now a new era has arrived. The world as it is is now much more different from Serena Vos'taloon's and Lezerath Kai'jiem's times. The world has been transformed thanks to the powers of steam, steel, gunpowder, and many more creations. An industrial revolution has taken hold, civilizing the world and its people.
But by no means did it mean that the world has forgotten its roots.
Majestic castles still dotted the landscape, with Lords and Ladies still taking holds of land, giving employment to commoners to work the fields and gleam the vineyards. Kings and Duke's clashed o
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Literature
What Nothing Can Buy (Six Word Poem)

Lying on your Deathbed​
Useless Money

Author: J.C. Solis
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Literature
The Night of Reckoning - New Fantasy Story Preview
Fantasy Story Preview
The Night of Reckoning
Loud cacophony was barely audible to his ears. Sounds of scuffling. Sounds of crackling. Sounds of wailing. Inaudible, yet so familiar. The noise was of distress, of trouble, of agony. Yet his mind was still too obscured to comprehend what he was hearing, or even what was happening. His head was inflamed in pain, feeling as though he'd taken a hard blow. Rubble was piled right on top of his body, though thankfully it was light material that he could easily move aside. The rubble on him was just enough, though, to mask him away from a large and lumbering shadow that strode past him. Or maybe it did see him. Maybe it thought he was not worth the effort. He had already been felled by the rubble on him, unbeknownst that the lad was still alive and well.
The fires in the room crackled heavily from burning timbers, the stairs lit ablaze so now no one could escape through them. The beds, too, were burning away to ashes - as was the fu
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Literature
Human Structure (Poem)

No matter if it's:
Race
Sex
Gender
Culture
Religion
Territory
County
Country
Color
Hair color
Breast size
Butt size
Beauty
Manliness
Sexual Orientation
Favorite brand of Beer
Favorite Baseball team
And much more...
Man always searches to be greater than another...

Author: J.C. Solis
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Literature
A Son's Lament (Haiku)

I know she is safe
But I can't help but worry
I hope she is fine

Author J.C. Solis
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Literature
Poems of Majora 8. Where the Dead find no Rest
Poems of Majora
8. Where the Dead find no Rest

In this land there is death
For everywhere that is true
Brought on by suffering
All a fate that came from rue
The Dead are all restless
At these final dying hours
So distraught and disturbed
And without further powers
The moon gets ever closer
And the Dead all now scream
For the fate of their land
Beyond their wildest of dreams
In death they still fight
To save the world and themselves
While some fight each other
Until the clock strikes twelve
Wars of the past
Are still fought even in spite
Of the Destruction of the land
For even in death they shall fight
The moon is getting closer
And the situation is dire
For some dead are still ignorant
To their world catching on fire
For only a Song of Sweet Healing
Will they stop their clash of war
And look beyond their kingdoms
At Death coming to their doors
But the Song of Sweet Healing
That the Hero does
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Literature
In Memory of the Fallen (Poem)
In Memory of the Fallen

Memorial Day 2017
Inspired partly by Abraham Lincoln's Gettysburg Address
Great men fall in battle
And their souls now lay at Bay
To the heavens above the sky
Where there spirits will honorably stay
These brave men and women
Who have sacrificed their lives
Who fight through their own course
So that in peace the living thrive
The wars have been gruesome
And the battles have been great
As soldier fights soldier
Whether in valor or pure hate
The ground is spilt with blood
And soldiers shout their battle cries
For the Calvary marches forward
With no fear that they may die
And at last the war is over
And peace they at last reached
Though the battles were brutal
Still the enemy they impeached
Yet there came a great loss
As the dead litter the fields
Leave no man behind
Whether alive or having keeled
To the Homeland they go
Both comrades dead and living
As the living now start mourning
This Fate that Life is giving
And so since that great battle
The l
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Literature
The Struggle (Haiku)
I have to be strong
Yet I do not have the strength
I just want to cry
Author: J.C.Solis
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Literature
The Meaning (Haiku)

What is the meaning
Of this sad life that I live
I hope to find out...

Author: J.C. Solis
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Literature
Never Fight Alone (Haiku)

I need to fight it
But I can't do it alone
I need to find help...

Author: J.C. Solis
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Literature
In the Heart Lost to Hate (Poem)

This presence that you feel
As a snarl grows on your face
Confronting undesirables
Whom you wish they had no place
Supremacy your only mantra
For the others don't belong
In this place we call society
Hoping their lives don't last long
There is no place for undesirables
From the Jews to the Gays
Any person that is different
Or any person either way
This dogged savage nature
That grows right on your face
One race against another
As one gives the the other chase
Go f*ck all those people
They're better when they're dead
As you decapitate their freedoms
With the hurtful words you've said
A flame builds in your heart
With ever increasing ire
Not swayed by sound logic
As you set them all on fire
The conscience known as Hate
A spite against fellow man
As you choose to chop their freedoms
Just because your diction can
A bile fills your throat
As you stare right at their faces
These people whom you see with Hate
Too angry to even face them
For this is the sign
Of an unrepentant mind
That clo
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Literature
A Girl and her Dragon - Chapter 12 (Final)
A Girl and her Dragon


Chapter 12 (Final) - Final Tidings and Rebirth
Many years have passed since the Oblivion crisis at the border of Kyreem. Serena was now a full fledged woman, barely in her twenty years of age. And Lezerath too aged. But since Dragons live such long live, he didn't change one bit.
When the crisis ended, Serena and Lezerath went back to Lezerath's old home in Kyreem. There they began the task of moving all the furniture and their belongings out so they could find a new home. Though the task sounded mighty, it really was a breeze - especially when it came to shrinking the large furniture and items with a shrinking spell and stowing them into the Bottomless Bag. Their task complete, the two flew away from the country where they suffered so much pain.
They made a quick stop at Dunstand, where the two were greeted like heroes for the end of the Duchess' reign. They were especially welcomed by Gustav the baker, who had a large gift basket filled wi
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Poems of Majora 7. Oath
Poems of Majora
7. Oath

There was an Oath
That Great Ones have made
That Evil shall not win
And that their actions be paid
There was a Promise
That the People shall be saved
At the call from their voices
Who face a fate Grave
There was a Vow
That not a single tear shall fall
From a Fate so Terrible
That history could not recall
There was a Day
When the land was full of blight
So the four used their power
To cleanse with healing light
There was a Time
When the Four carved this land
For all races to flourish
In every way they can
There was a Time
Of everlasting peace
Of such joy and such happiness
To make you smile at the least
Their duty now complete
The four now walked away
One hundred steps in four directions
Their duty complete that day
But a new age has dawned
One of terror, one of fright
That would not go away
Even past the hours of night
The Great Ones see the plight
Of the people they pervade
So to action they must go
And salvation must be made
But an Evil now d
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"Imagination will often carry us to worlds that NEVER WERE. But without it, we go NOWHERE."
~ Carl Sagan



I like to ask tons of questions. And sometimes, I might even find answers to them.

I don't know too much about the world and my surroundings, yet that just leaves me plenty to explore.

I'm just barely starting out - and though I may be small, I hope to do BIG things!



Call me JC! (Or Justin, if you wanna become friends ;) )

I'm a college student on the west coast, yet despite my major I want to do so much more!

I'm a novice writer who is still learning the tricks of the trade. I mostly do poetry - as well as some fan fiction. And as my skill gets better I'll be trying new and interesting ideas. Hopefully, my writing will show just how much better I have become, and becomes all the more enjoyable!

And literature is what I will mainly post. In truth, I can't draw to even save my own life :(. But I instead create scenery and imagery through the power of the written word.

I hope you enjoy my work!!! ~ I might just enjoy yours. ;)



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I wish I was in a better mood, but I can't say that I am.

I assume you guys have read my Demo Poem Life Without the Lie. It is in fact a true feeling, one that represents a decent into depression and the loss of joy of Fantasy. I called Fantasy a lie because it is in it's nature non-existent. The stories we read, the games we play, all of it made up by human hands. They aren't meant to do anything other than entertain us, and maybe even teach us a lesson or moral.

But my loss of Fantasy has really affected my life, especially my writing and imagination. It's like I've let my ability to create and enjoy Fantasy just fade. It almost means nothing.

Almost...

I don't ever want to give up Fantasy. It brings joy. It brings happiness. So what if it's not real? I want to let myself enjoy this Fantasy and feel enjoyment and get lost in another world. I want to enjoy it so badly. I bought a New Nintendo Switch with The Legend of Zelda Breath of the Wild, yet I barely touch it. I have the whole internet in the palms of my hands while I write this on my tablet. I can create. I can write! I can enjoy Fantasy all day if I wanted to. 

Yet there is a part of me that is saying "No". There is a part of me that does not want to enjoy it, that's holding me back, that is causing me to lose hope. I don't know why, but I've lost that enjoyment. I've lost the drive and skill I had for the past Three years. Three years of nothing but story writing and poetry making. I have over 200 watchers now, with 20,000+ pageviews. Such an outstanding good start, but now it all starting to disappear. My Fantasy is running at the end of the line, and my heart is being brought down with it.

I'm sorry if this all sounds like nonsense, that I'm going through either an existential crisis or a schizophrenic episode. But that is the way feel. And I want to feel better than this.

Thank you for listening to another of my rants. I hope you all get to enjoy your childhood imagination, to never lose sight at the beauty of Fantasy and fiction in general. I hope to build mine back up. And then maybe I can enjoy the fun I relished for so long, and that is now seeming to go away.

I wish you all the best...

Sincerely
   J.C. Solis

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Chapter 12 is almost done. In the meantime enjoy the next poem of my poem series: Poems of Majora.
Poems of Majora

9. These Final Hours


These are the hours
Of what little time remains
As the people all cry
With no more future to attain

These are the hours
That enshroud beyond gloom
As the sphere now turns red
And casting certain Doom

The ground begins to rumble
And the trees now start to shake
As the shockwave spreads wide
And the people start to quake

The people run away
And some even hide
As they flee from their fate
For every creature will die

The moon gets ever closer
A ball glowing in pure ire
As it's face is so angry
And will set the world on fire

And the people all cry
From the young to the old
That they must bear through this horror
As the stories once told

Now Majora is getting closer
To accomplishing its goal
To consume the whole world
And not spare a single soul

Once again the people wait
For that strange song to arrive
The one that's saved them plenty
That reverses all of time

But the night has become silent
And not a single tune was heard
That would save them this time
Or even a song of spoken word

But all is not lost
For the Hero has arrived
With the powers that be needed
To keep the world alive

The moon now is closer
And it's gaze is full of hate
As it tries to fall faster
To bring a Terrible Fate

So the hero rushes to action
To the tower where he'll fight
For the world will not end
On this last final night

The tower he has scaled
And he faces the imp demon
Who wishes death to the land
For no apparent reason

No attacks will work
To hurt the demonic mask
Not even arrows of Light
Can break through the cask

So the Hero then turned
And with Ocarina in hand
He sings to the Great Ones
Their summoning at command

Bellows can be heard
From four directions they came
North, South, East and West
The Four Great Ones come in name

Of all that is holy
Of all that is bright
For the world will not end
This dying Final Night

The Giants can be heard
Advancing to their call
To stop the moon from falling
And again save us all

These Final Hours
Have reached the moment of climax
For that all now remains
Is for goodness to attack

These Final Hours
End at the Dawn of a New Day
May this action reach it's pinnacle
For Evil will finally pay

For These Final Hours
Are but the beginning of new strife
That the Hero is now tasked
To save every life

In These Final Hours
The world will forever know
That their champion has won
And has the merit to prove so

In These Final Hours
Evil will be at bay
For its destruction is now imminent
And definitely will pay

For These Final hours
Preceed hours brought in glee
For the sun will shine bright
And live tomorrow in Reverie…



Author: J.C. Solis
Poems of Majora 9. These Final Hours
These are the last hours before the moon destroys the world, but the Song of Time are not heard.
The climax is slowly approaching. And only time will tell if Good or Evil wins.

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I wish I was in a better mood, but I can't say that I am.

I assume you guys have read my Demo Poem Life Without the Lie. It is in fact a true feeling, one that represents a decent into depression and the loss of joy of Fantasy. I called Fantasy a lie because it is in it's nature non-existent. The stories we read, the games we play, all of it made up by human hands. They aren't meant to do anything other than entertain us, and maybe even teach us a lesson or moral.

But my loss of Fantasy has really affected my life, especially my writing and imagination. It's like I've let my ability to create and enjoy Fantasy just fade. It almost means nothing.

Almost...

I don't ever want to give up Fantasy. It brings joy. It brings happiness. So what if it's not real? I want to let myself enjoy this Fantasy and feel enjoyment and get lost in another world. I want to enjoy it so badly. I bought a New Nintendo Switch with The Legend of Zelda Breath of the Wild, yet I barely touch it. I have the whole internet in the palms of my hands while I write this on my tablet. I can create. I can write! I can enjoy Fantasy all day if I wanted to. 

Yet there is a part of me that is saying "No". There is a part of me that does not want to enjoy it, that's holding me back, that is causing me to lose hope. I don't know why, but I've lost that enjoyment. I've lost the drive and skill I had for the past Three years. Three years of nothing but story writing and poetry making. I have over 200 watchers now, with 20,000+ pageviews. Such an outstanding good start, but now it all starting to disappear. My Fantasy is running at the end of the line, and my heart is being brought down with it.

I'm sorry if this all sounds like nonsense, that I'm going through either an existential crisis or a schizophrenic episode. But that is the way feel. And I want to feel better than this.

Thank you for listening to another of my rants. I hope you all get to enjoy your childhood imagination, to never lose sight at the beauty of Fantasy and fiction in general. I hope to build mine back up. And then maybe I can enjoy the fun I relished for so long, and that is now seeming to go away.

I wish you all the best...

Sincerely
   J.C. Solis
The Second chapter is quite tiresome. I gotta write a lot of dialogue. Thankfully, this chapter won't be as long as the first. But it's quite a chore.
Ironheart
The Tale of the Half Dragon

Chapter 1 - The Magnum Tastes Blood

Jaxsom. Wake up, Jaxsom.

The voice was not heard from the ear, but from the mind. And Jaxsom opened his eyes to see who was calling.

Jaxsom. Jaxsom! Come outside! Hurry!

Jaxsom wondered from where he was hearing from originated. But he had little time to think when a gunshot reverberated from outside.

Jaxsom immediately jumped off of bed and began to awkwardly put on his trousers and shirt, along with a black vest his father gave him. After fully clothing himself, he went to the chest where the Fifty Magnum was inside, still admiring it's size and power as he lifted it up.

He tied the holster and bullet belt that was also in the chest around his waist. And then he began loading the mighty weapon. He opened the cylinders and loaded all six of them. Fully prepared, he then headed out of his bedroom door.

To his surprise, Gwineth and Mother were already out of bed, still wearing their nightgowns. Gwineth looked shooken up and terrified, but Mother managed to keep her calm.

"Jaxsom!" said Gwineth as she went to hug her older brother.

"Gwineth," sad Jaxsom. "What is the matter?"

"Jaxsom! By gods Grace you are okay," said Matilda.

"Where is Da?" said Jaxsom. More gunshots were then heard, and the sounds of screaming and crying could be heard.

"Your father is out there! He hasn't returned to bed," said Mother nervously. "Go out and find him! But be careful."

"I will, Mother," vowed Jaxsom. And in a hurry he went outside to see what was happening.

To his horror, he saw houses lit ablaze, the dead and dying littering the streets, and soldiers in armor marching up and down the street, shooting anyone alive in their path. They beared long rifles and swords, either hacking away in close combat or shooting from distance. Their shields and armors were marked with the Kyreem Seal, the Black Dragon.

"What the bloody?" said Jaxsom in a dumbfounded voice.

He heard nearby gunfire, a slight shock that woke up his senses. He grabbed the Magnum and firmly gripped it, and he slowly crept to it's source. He pointed the gun at the person who was firing, only to find his father firing round after round with his rifle.

"Da?" said Jaxsom, holstering his gun.

Lionel turned to look right at Jaxsom's dumbfounded face, and he too was given a shock.

"Jaxsom!?" said Father. "What are you doing out here?"

"Mother sent me to find you."

"Well you did a good job at doing that. Now get down before someone shoots off your head," Lionel said in a hushed voice.

Suddenly, a bullet landed between the two of them. Without even thinking, Jaxsom pulled out the Magnum and fired at the soldier who took the shot. The bullet pierced the armor like butter, right at the heart - which lead to a splatter of blood fly from the hole.

Two more soldiers came and aimed their rifles right at the two, but Jaxsom was a step faster and fired twice in quick succession. Both soldier fell to the ground, with bullet wounds to the heart.

"That gun must be one with your soul to be firing so much like a marksman," Lionel said with a chuckle. "Watch out!!!"

Before Jaxsom could retaliate, a sword bearing soldier appeared and was now about to take a slice at Jaxsom, but the soldier was stopped dead in his tracks by a glowing white forcefield. No matter how many the soldier sliced at the wall, it would not give.

Jaxsom turned behind him to see if Lionel was the one casting the ward. Sure enough, Lionel had his left arm raised, with Magicka gathering and flowing from his channelling left hand. "Let me deal with this cretin, Jaxsom. Step away from him," said Lionel.

Jaxsom did as he was told. The forcefield disappeared, but before the soldier could make another swipe Hellfire was unleashed upon the soldier, crying in agony for only a few seconds before succumbing. The soldier's armor glowed red hot and his body was burnt till charcoal.

Just one of the many spells Lionel Augustine Bastille learned throughout the years.

Suddenly, the sound of flapping wings could be heard. To Jaxsom's shock, dragons were flying above, heading straight for the village. A total of five drakes flew high above, spitting fire and fireballs down on the village.

"Dragons!?!" shrieked Jaxsom. "What the bloody are dragons doing here?!"

"Helping out plight," said Father. "They were the ones who warned me and the villagers to take to arms. A dark force has come, so say the dragons."

"How did you get the Dragonkin to help us? And why are the Kyreem Guard coming to destroy us?" said Jaxsom.

Lionel lowered his carbine with a sigh. "I guess it be time I share with you a family secret, one only that your mother and I know." His face turned morose, as though the secret he was about to reveal was painful. "You see, Jaxsom. I-"

Suddenly, more roaring could be heard. More dragons appeared out of the blue, too.

"These are our allies as well, father?" said Jaxsom.

Lionel looked with a grave face. These new dragons - about eight fold in number - beared a chest plate strapped to them, bearing the seal of Kyreem right on them.

"No," said Lionel.

These new dragons blast fire directly at houses and abodes, or at any person on the street who was not a Kyreem soldier. Before they could do much damage, these Kyreem Guard dragons were met with full assault by the five Ally dragons. But the allies were outnumbered, and struggled to hold back the eight.

A large fireball then flew over the two and exploded at it's target - the Bastille Household.

"Mum! Gwineth!" shrieked Jaxsom. The house was now lit ablaze by the fireball.

"Jaxsom! Hurry! To the house!" barked Lionel. "I'll stay hear to keep the fight, but go save the two!"

"Aye," was all that Jaxsom said before he was about to rush to home.

"But wait!"called his Father. Jaxsom stopped in his tracks and returned to Lionel. "Take this with you," and Lionel put in Jaxsom's hand a silver, pointed magnum round. "It's made out of silver, the bane of all evil creatures. I believe you may be needing this. Now go!"

Jaxsom made a quick nod and headed straight for home.

To his horror, the roof of home was lit ablaze, and smoke could be seen puffing out of the windows. He was at the door and already he heard the cough and screams of her mother and younger sister.

"I'm coming!" yelled Jaxsom. Yet for a strange reason, the door was sealed shut. Someone had locked the door. "Gwineth! Mother! Open the door!"

No response.

Jaxsom felt no other option but to shoot the lock. With the pull of a trigger the gun blasted right at the lock. Now free from its barrings, Jaxsom kicked the door down. Smoke came pouring out and temporarily blinded Jaxsom. But once the smoke died down, he immediately reached for the stairs, climbing them posthaste.

"Mother! Gwineth! I'm here!" he yelled.

"Jaxsom? Is that you?" said Mother Matilda from the end of the hallway.

"Yes it's me, mother. I've come to-" But before he could finish, he heard a crackling noise from above him.

All of a sudden the roof gave way, and cindered wood and plaster fell right on top of him. And everything else turned black

Despite the fall and the blow to the head, Jaxsom was still semiconscious. Loud cacophony could be heard from his ears. Sound of distress, sounds of fear, sound of fright could be heard coming from up ahead. Though the wood was not so hot as the rest of the burning house, his head was still ringing from the collapsed roof.

Thankfully, he had the strength to squeeze himself from out the material.  But his body was covered up with smoldering and ashy wood and timbers. Just enough to hide him from a dark figure that walked right past him.

The flames further up the hallway didn't seem to bother him. Rather, they seemed to dance around him, as though they were sentient and obeyed his very whim. The fires of the house grew hotter, yet that didn't seem to bother him. The heat and flames only seemed to further invigorate his powers - powers that for some reason Jaxsom was able to detect. Powers that felt black and siniste

Jaxsom saw the horrified faces of Mother and Gwineth as this strange, dark man walked off towards them.

Gwineth especially let out a few whimpers as the dark man stood right in front of fhem. "So this is the family of Darmantas gro'Iroh."

The person's voice did not sound like a normal human's. It was slithery and almost demonic sounding, his dark aura only seeming to fester and gather in strength. "All those whom belong to the Draglem must die." he said.

Raising his right hand, Jaxsom could feel Magicka start to gather, the strings winding up as a dark ball formed on the evil one's palm. And he pointed that ball straight the mother and daughter.

"NOOOOO!!!" yelled Jaxsom as he immediately jumped up from the rubble to retaliate. He took his magnum and aimed directly for the demon's head. The shot was true, as the flew directly for the center of its head. Blood poured momentarily, but then it stopped on its own.

The wound sealed itself shut.

The being turned around and looked straight at Jaxsom. His face was definitely human like, but the eyes were fiery red, and the skin looked charred and burnt.

"You stay away from my family, you hear!!!" commanded Jaxsom.

Another gunshot was fired, this time hitting the demon's heart. But just like with its head, the wound bled momentarily and then healed itself. The demon extended his right arm and made a fist. Almost instantly, Jaxsom felt something choking his neck, as though he was being wringed by a crushing vicegrip.

"So you must be the first-born," said the Demon. "Then you shall be the first to die!"

Even while being choked, Jaxsom shot the remaining rounds from his gun, but to no avail. The demon man would only regenerate from each piercing bullet. Jaxsom couldn't help but choke under the intense pressure he was under. And slowly his surroundings began to turn black.

Suddenly a white light appeared behind the demonic man, and he screamed an earpiercing cry.

"Gwineth! Run with your brother! Get out of here as quickly as possible!" said Matilda.

"But Mother, I-" Gwineth was about to say before she was cut off by her mother.

"Now!!! I can't hold this being for longer," she said in a panting voice.

The young lass, barely thirteen years old, had no choice but to run toward her brother. She was careful not to get too close to the demon, and she reached the other side of the hallway where her brother was waiting. "Quickly, you two! Get as far away from here possible!"

Jaxsom, now his little sister's guardian, must now find away to escape from the burning house. His first thought was the stairs, but before even taking a step he saw that they were up in flames. Now pondering another exit route, he decided that they had no choice but to jump out of a window. The closest one was his little sister's room, which too was smoldering.

To Gwineth's horror she had to bear the sight of all of her precious mementos being consumed by fire. Her photos of her with family, the stuffed plush toys that Father had bought her throughout the years, wonderful floral bed with rose and daffodil designs. All was consumed by the hunger of fire. And a slight tear trickled down her face as they reached for the window.

With a solid kick, Jaxsom broke the shutters and took a look at what awaited them.

Hellfire. Hellfire was all that Jaxsom saw. There was no building spared from destruction. A massacre of people littered the streets, some even smoldering in fire. The soldiers were finishing off those who remained, and the dragon allies had succumbed to their injuries, all five of them - but not before killing four of the Kyreem dragons.

Jaxsom faced this new world order with disbelief and astonishment. This was what was decided upon his village. This holocaust of innocent people was approved and carried out to the final word. And not a single soul or building was to be spared.

"Foolish wench! You think your powers could ever match mine?" said the demon.

Jaxsom immediately snapped out of his bewilderment. He had to jump out the window first.

"I'll jump first, okay Gwineth? Then I'll catch you once I've gotten down. Does it sound alright with you?"

"I'm scared, Jaxsom," she said with a whimper.

"Don't worry, Gwin. I won't let a single thing happen to you."

And so, Jaxsom turned around and went up to the window sill. The ground was not terriblly far down, but Jaxsom knew what to do.

He jumped off the window and just before landing he twisted his body forwards. Upon touching the floor on his feet he made a roll, swiveling forwards and and stopping on his two feet. He lifted himself upwards and looked right at Gwineth. She slowly approached the edge of the window sill, and in one leap of faith she jumped out.

Just like he promised, Jaxsom grabbed Gwineth before she hit the ground. But just after Gwineth jumped, the second floor of the house exploded, with timber woods flying all over the place. The two were spared such a horrible death.

"MOTHER!!!" cried out Gwineth.

There was no way for her mother to have survived the explosion. And Jaxsom knew this. "She bought us time to escape, Gwineth," he said as the you lass began crying. "Let us make sure her sacrifice was not in vain."

But though Jaxsom's valiance preceeded him, he could not hold back a single tear drop from falling down his face. But they were still very much in danger, and mourning would only slow their escape.

Go, Jaxsom! Run away from this place! Before the Dark One has a chance to slay you both! said the voice.

Again, Jaxsom wondered where that voice was coming from, but his mind had to focus on the pressing matter of escape. "Quickly, Gwineth! We must escape from here!"

"But what about father!? We can't leave without him," replied Gwineth.

"Gwin, if we stay hear any longer, we will die! Plus, it'll take more than a skirmish to keep our old man from losing. Now come! We must leave here before more soldiers arrive."

"Okay," was Gwineth's only response.

So the two ran from the village through the main entrance, passing the overhead sign saying "Welcome to Markarther". They ran past field after field of burning agriculture.

Even the corn and wheat was to be done away with.

Past the fields was the entrance to the forest, with the road winding down into darkness. But the two were tired before they even made it to the entrance.

"Where are we going?"panted Gwineth. "Anywhere but here," replied Jaxsom.

The two stopped to rest, jumping into the bramble to hide themselves as they catched their breath. The two were panting heavily, the mad dash from the village having taken its toll. But for now they were safe. Or so they thought.

"Jaxsom..." murmured Gwineth. "I'm scared," she said with a whimper. She went up to him and hugged him by his waist. All Jaxsom could do was wrap an arm around her. "Don't be. We will make it through this. I promise."

Jaxsom. Hurry! They're coming for you!

The same voice as before. But from where?

Hurry, Jaxsom! They're coming right for you two!


"Gwineth. We must keep going. This place isn't safe," he told her.

"But where will we go? And won't they catch us if we run more?"

"I'll make sure they don't," he said, lifting up the magnum and releasing the latch that opened the cylinders. Empty shells fell out, and with telekinesis he loaded the gun with more bullets, all in quick succession. With his weapon ready for use, he stood up from the ground and helped lift Gwineth up. The two had more trekking to do.

They went at a slower pace than before. As to not draw attention to themselves, they stuck to the bushes off to the side of the road. But it wasn't long before the bushes lead way to spiney brambles, leaving the two no choice to trek on the main road.

The night concealed them well. And they made steady progress down the road, the moon being their only light source. All the while, Jaxsom took looks behind him to see if they were being followed.

A slight red dot was seen, meaning that they were still being pursued. But their distance was so far off and the night was so dark that the soldiers couldn't see nor hear them. But that by no means meant they were safe.

The sound of running water could be heard from the distance. And Jaxsom new very well what place they were reaching.

The road started to turn from dirt to paved stone, and orbs of blue light could be seen off in the distance. The two pressed on to see where that light came from, but Jaxsom was relieved to have reached this landmark...

The Stone Hearth Bridge. The bridge he and his father crossed many times to reach the market at town.

"We're almost to Hearth Town, Gwineth!" said Jaxsom rather excitedly. "From there we can get information as to what in the bloody is going on."

They reached the bridge and the glowing orbs, which were spherical, magical lanterns that collected the sun's energy at day in order to glow at night. The bridge was wide and very long, which spanned over the mighty Corvess River.

"Quickly, Gwineth. We're almost to town across this bridge."

Suddenly, the sounds of wings flapping in the air were heard, and there was enough light to see from where they were coming from.

A large, red dragon landed in front of the two, wearing Dragon Armor with the Seal of Kyreem painted on it. "And where do you two think you're going?" it said - female, judging by the voice.

Another dragon appeared next to her and let out an intimidating, toothy grin. "What do we have here?" said the green scaled creature, another female. "Two delightfully, delicious looking morsels. Oh, the little girl especially. One quick snack for tonight. She looks small enough to swallow whole, even."

The comment made Gwineth whimper and shudder, holding tighter onto her older brother.

"They're not for us to eat, Marselia," said a male voice, this time coming from the other side of the bridge. Two more dragons, one gray and a bronze colored, stood behind the two humans. "They're to be sacrificed, preferably alive" said the same male voice, which turned out to be the bronze.

"I don't know, Maldacai," said the silver. "I prefer we just kill them already. Afterall, it's their bodies they want."

"Stay away from us!!!" shouted Jaxsom, pointing the gun directly at the green dragon.

"Aw, what a cute little toy you have there," did the green un-intimidated. "Those pop guns sure do feel tingly on my skin."

"That's no ordinary gun," said the red female rather unsteadily. "I can sense great power emanating from it."

"All the more reason to kill them now," said the gray, raising up an arm in order to swipe at them. The attack was quick, but for some reason, Jaxsom was able to focus in with incredible precision and speed, shooting right at the joint of arm and torso.

The grey let out a roar of pain. He put his arm down, but because the joint was severed it hurt to put any weight on it. "You damned human!" He said as he hissed. "You'll pay for that!"

"And pay he will," said the red female. The red was about to release hellfire from her mouth, but before she let loose a white shield of light appeared, blocking the intense flames from even touching the two.

Jaxsom wondered where the shield came from, until he looked at his side and saw Gwineth's arms open wide. "Mother taught me a few things besides cooking. Just like how Father taught you, Jax," she said with a grin.

Once the flames ceased and the shield went away did Jaxsom take a shot at the red. The gun blasted another ear splitting magnum round, this time hitting the throat of the dragon, piercing all the way through the neck.

The red was reeling in pain, letting a roar and a whimper as she clenched her throat. "That gun... " she rasped. "That gun is not just a regular magnum. It belonged to Darmantas gro'Iroh himself. It's his personal weapon... The Beast Slayer!"

"Then kill him already!!! Kill them both!!" bellowed the gray ad he hissed in pain.

Suddenly, the sound of wings were heard again. But the very air itself trembled as mighty gusts from wing flaps blew onto everyone.

"Oh bloody, now we're in for it," said the gray.

"It is him, in living flesh and bones!" said the green in a trembling voice. "It be the Draglem!"

The light revealed a creature of unparalleled size, much larger than any one of the four dragons. And it breathed through it's nose did fire come flaring out.

"Cowards! The lot of you!" said the gigantic dragon. "You dare take the lives of innocents? First you burn down a village and kill your fellow Dragonkin, and now you rid the life of these two young ones!?!"

The four remained starstruck and terrified, wondering just what it was the Draglem would do to them. The Draglem flew closer to the group, and the light revealed just how large it was and how it looked.

The Draglem was with scales of pure white, almost holy and sancre. Its size was incredible, demanding attention and awe.

It landed right next to the two humans, and it looked first at Jaxsom and Gwineth. "Are you two alright?"

"Yes," said Gwineth. But Jaxsom was pondering in his head about the gun that he held.

Where did his father get such a powerful weapon? Why did he have the weapon that belonged to a dragon?

"Lad, I see confusement in your eyes," said the Draglem at Jaxsom. Upon hearing this, he looked up to see the creature in further detail. It reminded him of his father's white hair, and the white hair that Jaxsom himself had. "Your weapon's power is second to none, made from onyx ore, a magical and powerful metal so rare that it is only found in abundance inside the holy mountain Mortum Sanctor. And it is a good thing you were given it. I believe it has already saved yours and your sister's lives.

"I also bring to you a boon," said the Draglem as he dropped something to the ground. Jaxsom opened it and discovered not only more bullets but Bullet Carrying, Cross Torso Suspenders - to which Jaxsom immediately put on and filled the slits with more bullets.

"How did my father come across your weapon, Sir Draglem?" asked Jaxsom.

"Your father was worthy of it. His heart and mind spoke of a kindness and courage that few humans have. And to acknowledge his honor, I gave him my gun. It seems you too are worthy of possessing it."

"Why thank you, Sir Dra-"

Jaxsom felt a choking sensation that stopped him from talking. The feeling was familiar, and grew stronger as it constricted his throat and blood vessels.

"Funny story that you made up, Darmantas," said a slithery a familiar sounding voice.

Out of thin air a dark figure appeared and stood his ground against the Draglem, unflinching and un-intimidated.

The enemy dragons fell in peace, as though they were saved from a terrible fate.

"Liozelfos!" said Darmantas. "The Demon Man-hunter. What brings a creature of damnation to the ethereal plane?"

Jaxsom came face to face with the demon with red eyes once more. And his power was just as strong as before as he continued choking. He looked down and realized Gwineth was being choked as well.

"You," said the demon. And the Draglem began making odd noises. It reached for its throat as it seemed to struggle to breathe. "I'll be taking you three with me, and the King of Kyreem will be very pleased to have a sacrifice of such powerful beings," and then the demon Liozelfos let out a sinister cackle.

Jaxsom lifted up the Beast Slayer as he was choking and fired round after powerful round at the demon. But they didn't seem to even phase it, let alone injure it.

"That little popcap gun won't work on me," said Liozelfos. "In fact I am immune to all of your pathetic earthly weapons. The gun may have been cast out of holy metal to tear down the mightiest of beasts, but against infernal creatures like me they are useless!" And he let out another sinister laugh.

The Silver Bullet, Jaxsom

Jaxsom once again heard the voice in his head. But where was it coming from?

Hurry! Before we all fall to our doom. The silver bullet. Use it now that he's distracted.

Jaxson desperately reached into his pants pockets as his vision was starting to blur. He found the bullet, shiny and seeming to hold holy power. He released the latch and the empty shells clattered to the floor.

He loaded the silver bullet and pulled the striking pin to cock it. Now he felt as though his vision was blackening, but he was coherent enough to take aim.

The Beast Slayer fired the holy bullet and it pierced right through the demons heart.

In an instant, the choking hold was let go. And Liozelfos was screaming in a bloodcurdling, ear-piercing cry. The demon began to contort and twist, the holy bullet now wracking and purging the evil demon.

At last he was able to say a few things. "I will be avenged, Draglem. As we speak, the soldiers of Kyreem are setting up their position to kill you and your children," he said hoarsely. "I will see you three in hell."

And then the Demon body burned to cinders, which later blew in the breeze as a black ashes.

As the demon mentioned, the bridge began to fill with Kyreem guards, all carrying and wielding Long Rifles. Jaxsom raised his weapon and was about fire right at the guards, that is until the Draglem looked at both him and his sister.

"Leave this to me," Darmantas said. "Shield yourselves and stay low. I'll take care of everything myself."

The two young humans did what they were told, but Jaxsom couldn't get over one thing. The demon called them the Draglem's children. But how would they be sired by a dragon?

Rifles clicking could be heard in all directions, the soldiers now preparing their weapons to take aim. The four dragons, too, were preparing to launch an attack, their claws scratching n the stonework of the bridge to sharpen their claws.

For a moment all was silent. No one moved and not a sound was made. The scene seemed to be frozen in time, with no movement from everyone. The soldiers were now visible, with rifle marksmen on both side of the bridge. And Jaxsom clenched the Beast Slayer as he and Gwineth lay under the cover of a white orb.

No one knew who fired the first shot, but the sound of the first rifle blast triggered a chain reaction of attacks.

The Dragonkin immediately breathed fire on to the three, as well as the rifle men firing their first shots. The bullets just seemed to bounce off of the Draglem's skin, and so too the orb that protected the two.

The Dragonkin breathed hellfire on to them, but the Draglem stood unaffected.

In retaliation, the Draglem shot a fireball from his mouth, causing a group soldiers to be blown away by the blast. Then there came the sword and shield bearing soldiers and tried hack and smash the Draglem's skin. But barely a cut could be made.

In retaliation to that, the Draglem breathed ice, with cold air and ice shards flying n the direction of the male drake-kin. They breathed fire to counteract, but the shards still made it through the fire. The gray let out a roar as one ice shard managed to pierce his right eye. Though half blind, the gray did all he could to defend himself.

Darmantas flew into the air, continuing to bombard the drakes and soldiers with breath weapons - with the three uninjured dragons flying up to meet the Draglem in an aerial assault.

Meanwhile, Jaxsom and Gwineth remained in the white orb. The soldiers were focusing most of their attention drawn to the fight above. Jaxsom clutched the Beast Slayer clse to him, fully loaded to attack. But trapped inside the bubble, the bullets might ricochet and hit them back. Yet not being able to do anything was nerve-racking.

"Gwineth, is there any way I can fire my gun without hurting us?" asked Jaxsom.

Gwineth pondered for a sec. "I think you could push both your hand and your gun past the shield," she said. "I think mother told me you could do that."

The mention of Mother stung at Jaxsom's heart. "Let's see if we can try that."

He extended his arm forward, and sure enough both gun and arm phased through the shield.

Jaxsom smiled pleased. "Now we can tear these bastards apart!"

And no sooner said than done did he fire a shot, the head of one soldier exploding into a spread of blood and viscera. The soldiers next to him were startled and unnerved by what happened to their comrade - that is, until they too met the same fate.

Jaxsom's marksman was second to none, firing round after round from the Beast Slayer and killing off a soldier at a time. But soon the soldiers caught wind of this and began to draw their attention at the two in the white bubble, firing round after round at them - and thankfully, with no round penetrating the bubble.

One marksman fired a round at the Beast Slayer itself, and by doing just that the gun was painfully launched from Jaxsom's hands.

A soldier took advantage of this and ran towards the gun, and before Jaxsom could react the gun was already in the soldier's hands. "Now let's see if we can kill us some halflings," he said, and point the weapon straight at Jaxsom. Both Jaxsom and Gwineth were startled and afraid. Now the tables had turned, the mighty gun now pointed directly at them.

But when the soldier pulled the trigger the gun did not fire. The hammer struck the bullet dead center, but the gun refused to fire. The soldier pulled the trigger multiple times, yet the gun would not obey.

Suddenly, the barrel glowed white with exceedingly high heat, burning the soldier's hand till they were charred. He let out a blood curdling scream and immediately dropped the gun. It was then that Jaxsom used telekinesis to quickly pull the gun back to him. And once again in his hands, Jaxsom let out another pleased smile - the burned soldier was then ended of his misery.

Meanwhile, in the sky Darmantas was facing off against the three Kyreem drakes. With a single slash of his claws he gouged through the protective armor of the green dragon and drew blood, the female roaring in pain afterwards. But to his surprise, the bronze gouged at his back, causing him to roar as well.

In retaliation, the Draglem breathed fire and caught the bronze right at the face, inciting a screech.

Both the Bastille and the Draglem were hard at work tearing the enemy down to size.  By the end of it, very few of the soldiers remained or had fled. The three dragons had collapsed on top of the bridge, exhausted and beaten up - with no more will to fight.

Darmantas landed on the bridge with several gouges and cuts, but he proved to be the champion. Jaxsom finished off the rest of the soldiers, proving himself the Victor of this battle. Gwineth unshielded and the two ran to Darmantas. Gwineth was so full of joy that she hugged the Draglem right at have snout.

In response, the Draglem gave her a lick on the cheek, with happy cobalt eyes and a smile.

"We did it!" cheered Gwineth. "We beat them all!"

"That we certainly did, young one," responded the Draglem.

But Jaxsom was not in cheer. Rather his mind was in thought, pondering what had just heard. The soldier who grabbed the revolver called him and his sister halflings, and Liozelfos even called them Darmantas' children.

To make things even more coincidental, the Draglem had the same colored eyes as Lionel.

The more he thought over it, the more conclusive his thinking became. But the only way to know for sure was to go ahead and ask them dragon himself.

Jaxsom approached the holy white colored dragon, and the drake then turned his attention to him. "Your father was wise to give you that weapon," Darmantas said. "You have almost perfect marksmanship, and you're a quick thinker to boot. I say you would make a fine Knight if you were to pursue that career."

"And what about me, Mr.Darmantas?" said Gwineth giddily.

"For you, I would have to say you would make a fine Sorceress. Your attunement to Magicka is second to none. Whoever taught you spell crafting must have been quite a good Magicka wielder."

"My Mother taught me," she said happily. But as soon as she mentioned mother did a pain come to her chest. "Mother..." she said as a tear trickled down her face.

"Darmantas," said Jaxsom. "Do you know if our father is alive? His name is Lionel Augustine Bastille. He is a burly man with white hair and white mustache. Have you seen him?"

The Draglem shook his head. "Sorry. I do not recall the name."

"But I most certainly do," Said a whispering, malicious voice. "And I'll make sure he joins me in the afterlife."

Suddenly a black silhouette with red eyes appeared. "Stay away from these children, Liozelfos!!!" bellowed Darmantas.

"The children will come in their own time. But it is not the children I am after," said the demon. "It is YOU!!!"

The demon extended an arm and a red beam was fired, straight at the Draglem's heart.

The Draglem, in a loud cry, gripped his chest before collapsing onto the floor. He was unmoving, and the warmth seemed to be leaving his body.

"NOOO!!!" yelled Jaxsom. In a quick reflex he fired two shots at the demon's silhouette. Yet just like before, regular amunnition was useless.

"You will be joining the Draglem soon enough, my children. Consider this a calling card from my master!"he then began to cackle uncontrollably. "The Lord of All Evil!!!"

The demon then disappeared into thin air, leaving behind the smell of rot and decay. But the Draglem was badly wounded. A successful attack from a demon, no matter how small, would always prove fatal.

"Jaxsom. Gwineth. Come here, dear children," said the dying beast.

The two of them went up to the Draglem and began to hear his final words.

"I tried so hard in protecting you two. Your father would be proud in what you've managed to achieve. Though you tried your hardest, your parents will have died this night. And it is time that I reveal one last secret.

"Jaxsom. Gwineth. I even in spirit, will always be your guardian, because I..."

The Draglem said no more. And he closed his eyes for the last time.

"You are what?" said Jaxsom, but received no response. "What is it? You are our what, Sir Draglem!?!"

Tears were falling down his face as he mourned the death of the Draglem. Yet his grief soon turned to anger, and he knew exactly at who  to voice his rage at.

"I will avenge you, Sir Draglem," he said as he released the cylinder latch. By telekinesis, the empty shells were replaced by live rounds.

"Jax? Are you okay?" asked Gwineth worriedly. But her brother looked inconsolable, his face serious and with fury in his eyes.

He looked at the four dragons, each one showing a face of fear and terror.

"Tell me, you four. Was killing an innocent creature part of your agenda?" he asked in a hoarse, slightly angered voice. "Was it worth killing my family, my entire village, and now this?"

The dragons remained quiet. The one eyed gray dragon, with still functional wings, attempted an escape via ai.. But before he could even take off, the magnum fired a round. The gray collapsed dead on the floor from a shot to the heart.

"Jaxsom? Are you alright?" asked Gwineth again. No response

Jaxsom them then swivelled around looked at the two females.

"Tell me, you two. Was it worth selling your souls?"

"No," said the green. "No it was not. I hope you can forgive-" but her voice was silenced by a bullet to the head.

"Jaxsom. Please. Answer me!" said Gwineth. "Let's just go."

"Not until they all pay," he replied. His voice almost sounded gutteral and beast like.

Before she even got a chance to say anything, the red was shot dead, too.

"Jaxsom! That's enough!" said Gwineth as she stood in his way. But Jaxsom just simply shoved her aside. The only one remaining was the bronze colored dragon.

"Please!" he said to Jaxsom in a fearful, blubbering voice "Please, spare me! I'll give you my whole hoard of gold if you were to just let me live."

"Did you spare my village?" was all Jaxsom said as he pierced the dragon's heart. The only living creatures left on the bridge were Jaxsom and Gwineth.

"Jaxsom?" asked his sister. "Are you satisfied now that all four are dead?" she said in a rather scolding tone.

Jaxsom nodded yes, but his tears said otherwise.

He then went up to bridge's edge and looked at the mighty Corvess. He was only eighteen, and already he was a killer. A ruthless, heartless killer. Already, his heart has turned cold in the delivery of death. But his tears showed that he was still too unexperienced and too young to have to carry this burden.

But the comfort he received was in the knowledge that he was not alone. He looked back at his younger sister and beckoned her to hold his hand. This was now his priority. This was the treasure he would now had to protect.

He felt someone hugging him, and when he looked to see to his side he saw Gwineth. She was crying and blubbering her heart out. "Why couldn't you just let them live?! Why did you have to kill them?!" she said.

These words were like daggers to his heart. Why couldn't he let them live? Why couldn't he just let them fly off to their master or leader, telling that person that their mission was a failure? Only to have more dragons come after him and his sister?

No. They had to die. What they did to his village was unforgivable. They had to pay with their lives. There was no way around it. But why did it have to be him? Why was this task given up to him?

His heart began to beat furiously all of a sudden as he felt a bullet tear through his back.

A marksman must have remained.

The bullet tore right out his chest. He put an arm on his right breast, only to find it bleeding. He heard the sound of gunfire soon afterwards. He then tightened his bullet belt and suspenders tighter, and holstered the magnum to his side.

His began thinking thoughts of home. Of family. Of joy. Of Sweet Reverie. Some final thoughts.

"Gwineth," he said, looking at his dear younger sister.

His body then began to keel to his wound, and he fell over the side of the bridge...
Ironheart - The Tale of the Half Dragon Chapter 1
The first chapter of Ironheart - The Tale of the Half Dragon.

The night has fallen, but everything is far fom quiet. Jaxsom is awakened by the sounds of destruction and chaos, his village being burned to the ground as he desperately finds a way to escape, with younger sister Gwineth in tow. What trials and travesties will he face? And what is the secret to the revolver he has been given?

A lot is going to happen in this chapter. And Jaxsom's and his sister's fate will be decided as they run from death n an escape to freedom.


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