The History:
A decade ago war emerged between humans and dragons. Humans butchered and charred to death by the dragons. Dragons wounded and stabbed by the humans. It did a great number on the knights. Life has picked back up and anyone to survive that year of war was declared lucky. I was the age of 7 when it happened. I lost my father to the war. But there was a nameless hero. Who found the "Soul Card". Humans never thought it existed and it was just a myth. This "Soul Card" made you almost immortal. You were considered a god if you possessed it. The hero repelled and did great damage to the dragons. It was a happy time but yet sad.
Present:
Word is that nameless hero has went mad*. The presence of humans around him jabs into him like poison arrows and he won't rest until every single arrow is pulled out. Everyone is hiding trying to survive his wrath. This nameless hero was on the same platoon as my father. I can't believe what is happening. I get this feeling as if I should run, run as far away as I can. When I lay awake in bed at night, I question my sanity... "Will everything be alright?" I ponder. Then almost as if the nameless hero answered me, My brain answers "No".
Theres got to be get away from the nameless hero, there has to!
* Like insane, not angry.
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Pretty much the opening of a game I am thinking of.
A decade ago war emerged between humans and dragons. Humans butchered and charred to death by the dragons. Dragons wounded and stabbed by the humans. It did a great number on the knights. Life has picked back up and anyone to survive that year of war was declared lucky. I was the age of 7 when it happened. I lost my father to the war. But there was a nameless hero. Who found the "Soul Card". Humans never thought it existed and it was just a myth. This "Soul Card" made you almost immortal. You were considered a god if you possessed it. The hero repelled and did great damage to the dragons. It was a happy time but yet sad.
Present:
Word is that nameless hero has went mad*. The presence of humans around him jabs into him like poison arrows and he won't rest until every single arrow is pulled out. Everyone is hiding trying to survive his wrath. This nameless hero was on the same platoon as my father. I can't believe what is happening. I get this feeling as if I should run, run as far away as I can. When I lay awake in bed at night, I question my sanity... "Will everything be alright?" I ponder. Then almost as if the nameless hero answered me, My brain answers "No".
Theres got to be get away from the nameless hero, there has to!
* Like insane, not angry.
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Pretty much the opening of a game I am thinking of.





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