Last Of The Dragon Warriors: A Will Of Fire by Adidas Wilson
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Overview: This is a fight to save the dragon clan.
“Ready to go?”
Mari sighs and nods doesn’t look like she has much of a choice.
The cell door slowly swings open and the guard stands there, towering over her, offering no help as she struggled to her feet. She shuffles out, and the unflinching guard slaps a set of manacles onto her wrists rather roughly.
“Come on then.” He grunts, grabbing the small chain that linked both manacles together and dragging her along the narrow tunnel of the dungeon.
She doesn’t say anything as they go, silently obeying the guard’s tugs as they climb several stairs before reaching a solid iron door that separates the dark prison from the world beyond.
Metal screeches as the door swings open, and two more guards are waiting for them on the other side.
“Get moving.” The first jailer grunts as he shoves her into the waiting pair.
Still, she remains silent as she was escorted through the castle grounds, eyeing the destruction of its walls, the scorch marks that blacken its western side, and the general lack of life to be found. This side of the citadel took the most damage, but the underground dungeon was undamaged.
Slowly, they make their way through the ruined corridors, large holes littering the ceiling allow the bright sun to filter through as they walk past hastily clear piles of rubble.
Finally, Mari is brought out to the main courtyard, and she could almost laugh. How hard did she fight to get to this place not three days ago, only now, to be all too happily dragged out here?
After her stint in the blackness of the cells, the sun is almost too bright as she’s near deafened by the roar of the gathering crowd, but she pays them no mind. Her attention is fully focused on the structure before her. The gallows.
The two guards shove her forward hard enough to make her stumble. This is it; she thinks, this is the end of the line.
Citizens of a land she hardly knows shout and roar as she’s dragged up the steps, there hatred clear in ever more spite-filled words. She doesn’t look at them, doesn’t protest as the noose is pulled over her neck, doesn’t try to fight back as the guards finally let her go, leaving her in the presence of the black hooded executioner.
Genre: Fiction > Sci-Fi/Fantasy | Fantasy
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