The metal bars clanked and screeched all around the dungeon as Raeherys and his brother opened one cell after another. Upon doing it, his thoughts kept on coming back at Sevyh. The sellsword helped them out, but why? What was he trying to achieve by doing this? Raeherys already pushed him away, yelled at his face, and poured out all of his anger. And yet, Sevyh still left him these keys earlier.Raeherys might be wrong about him, he thought …But no …The memory of that night when Sevyh betrayed him flashed back into his mind. He had learned enough from his mistake, and so he would never risk another chance of trusting that sellsword again.When he got to Fetyr and opened his cell, the Lawdra went out to embrace him. Then he held Raeherys’ jaws and shook his head with a frown.“Look at what they did to you, My King,” he said. “You shouldn’t have tried to escape from those hunters. I

Every swing, every hit of their swords brought more pain in his tired arms, legs, and gut. Raeherys clenched his jaws, wrenched his aching muscles, and gripped his sword tighter as he parried his opponents’ attacks. He could feel his body breaking apart. But he had to keep fighting. The entire realm was counting on them to escape this dungeon and end the war once and for all.“Curse you! Vile beas—“ The hunter choked more blood as Raeherys drove the point of his sword through the throat. He swiped the man away and rushed towards the other enemies. Aravyr and Myrdin were still holding off. They’d slain a few and were still struggling.Raeherys yelled as he waved his sword to an enemy charging his way. When the hunter blocked his blade, steels sparked against each other. Raeherys grunted as the heavy impact hurt his arms, causing him to get pushed back.“Bloody hell!” Raeherys pulled over his face, t

The metal door blasted open where two guards stood outside—both faces looked in shock. Aravyr and Myrdin took care of them. They were already in the left-wing of the palace, which was a shortcut to the dungeon aside from the entrance on the river shore below. Raeherys never thought the palace would look very different from the bastions he’d seen back in the ranges. The walls, floors, even the ceilings had colors. Everything was too bright for his eyes after being so long in the darkness of the dungeons.  They hurried through the long halls where they encountered more guards. Raeherys had to let Sevyh and his fellow brethren fight with their dragon arms and claws since his body was too exhausted for battle. He couldn’t almost feel his legs, so Fetyr and Estevan had to help him walk fast.Blades and claws clashed against each other. Every fight ended with blood and death as they fought their way through the hall. Something w

The palace grounds became a battlefield as endless blood spilled and fire swirled under the night skies. Dead bodies bathed from the blood. The ringing of the bell tower dominated the cries of men and steel. Raeherys was burning in anger inside as he made his killing spree. He felt strange … strangely numb. He couldn’t feel the pain in his body any longer as he killed more … slayed more enemies on the battlefield. Every time he plunged his claws through their chest or neck or face … he got more excitement … and much more rage …Dragon outrage …War Frenzy …This must’ve been the feeling one would have during wars which Aravyr kept on telling Raeherys before, he thought. He was experiencing it now. He was slaughtering every enemy who dared to charge at him … he was going crazy … crazy mad.He couldn’t stop thinking about his brother, who might have falle

The view of the eastern sea extended beyond the endless horizon. Salty wind howled amidst the darkest of night. It was the darkest of all nights. Raeherys’ blank gaze traveled much farther than that, however, sitting at the top of the Palav Mountain Ranges, far south of Sunvar City. His eyes stayed wide and tired. He didn’t know what to feel at this time anymore, after how many people whom he loved had been taken away from him in just a single night.For once Raeherys should be grateful that he still had a family with him, when he saw Aravyr in the dungeon. But his rage for his brother blinded him of how happy he should be of seeing him alive. He had taken Aravyr for granted. He wasn’t able to treasure those short moments when they escaped the dungeon. They still had a lot of things to talk and catch up to with each other. But time went so fast. He never realized how important Aravyr was, not until he saw him get lanced by that spear.