This is not a tale of dreams fulfilled. This is a tale of a vow kept far beyond reason. Of a kingdom rotting from within. Of love, and brotherhood, and betrayal so deep it carved its name into stone. The ripples from which extending into the far reaches of time. It is the tale of the last days of a dying knight. Of a lion’s oath.
Buy on AmazonHis sword drawn, eyes blazing.
He held the breach as men poured toward him.
He fought with savage grace, every blow a wall against the tide. Blades scraped across his armor. He roared and struck back, his feet unmoving, his will unbroken.
He bled from hundreds of small cuts but still he stood.
Behind him, watching this hero return home, the townsfolk rallied. They saw the determination in this man. They knew that he would stand against whatever came to the town.
And they found courage in it.