"That day, the village was burning and thousands and thousands of people died. Houses, stables, fields and forests were all in the flame of Dunir because of gold that the village had in its mines. Innocent people have died, and their homes have been destroyed by the greed of a dragon powerful enough to take what he wants. And so he burned everything, only to get gold from the Fadur-village mine." Asil paused, looking into his son's eyes. "Your mother, Augustin, died that day. We had to run away from what belonged to us."
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"Finally. Land of shadows." A young man dressed in black robe and silk gloves drew his blue ruby ​​sword. In front of him was an old man in a purple robe with a long gray beard. His eyes were glowing green. "I was waiting for you. Did you bring the dragon's blood?" The young man took a flask filled with scarlet blood from his inner pocket. "The dragon accepted your gold, but also said you were a wizard. And you know what my kingdom thinks about wizards." A sword shone in his hand, sharp enough and big enough to kill an old man with one move. Old man closed his eyes. His face began to burn in a...