The Friendship of Dragons

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Never forget that just because you can't see it, it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Never give up with dreams, if there's no evidence that says you should stop believing then never stop!

Submitted: October 10, 2016

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In the early years of man, all that is remembered from those times is written in blood. All that is remembered is the battle cries and the deaths of thousands on both sides. Where King Tallen’s forces over ran the Elven Commons and The Great Dales. Where he once laid siege to the greatest Elven cities and tore them down, and even years later they still held the symbol of man, and only of man. Tallen took the Elven lands and poisoned them; he took their thrones and placed himself there. And now King Tallen’s descendants ruled over the Elves that had survived his foolish war of conquest; his greatest grandson now ruled over the immortals from the Great Dales and because of this, man had unnaturally taken their place at the top of the world, ruling with power they could not even imagine. 
Only hope remained through the cruel rule of Man. Hope that now could have been blown out as easily as breathe to an open candle. What is there is they couldn’t hope? Hope was all the Elves had left.


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