The ape-man growled at Thorne as he trudged up the mountain.
“Faster,” he pleaded, “It is dangerous to linger.”
Thorne’s muscles burned. His armor dug into his skin, tearing at the blisters created by weight and friction.
“Tell us, beast,” Thorne bellowed, “do you expect us to make this journey in one night?”
The small, hairy man laughed, “Lest we become dinner for the Dragon of Disdonia.”
Disdonia. Thorne’s mind raced to his past and he imagined his home village burning, his mother’s wails, the blood racing down his brother’s chin.
“We will wait,” Thorne said, “and we will fight.”
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Title by: Dee
Story by: Jeremy
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