Swords and Dragons

On this day Aymer learned the true meaning of rage. Descending down that mountain that he was once chased up. Feeling the years of contempt, loneliness and anger boil into one moment.

He trained for this. He dreamt of this but he was blinded. His sight like that of a wild animal brimming red with hatred. His pain of losing his kin. Having to watch them be mutilated and tortured. His sadness. His confused. All lead to this.

He burned everything on his way down. The skeletons of the once bustling towns were littered of ash and bones. His Dragons melting skin in mere seconds. They showed no mercy. Him and his Dragons. Men, children and women all shared the same fate. 

There wasn't much blood. As there was no one who dared stand against him, his sword was stationed in his right hand as his left lead the way with his mastery of fire. 

In this moment Aymer was a reflection of a devil. A spawn of evil. And in this moment Aymer truly believed he was right.