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Short Story
Chapter one
A cold misty fog wrapped around Tellatin. A small farming town full of skerrits, a little dark furred four legged critter that could gnaw though most objects. As a young man, named Agroth climbed to the top of a hut to rest. He had been abondoned and lost in his live. The hut was silent like many nights. He started to doze off until, screams awoke him, fire around him, panic happening. A dark blue dragon was attacking the city. The town was getting destroyed as Agroth was packing his objects. as he jumped off the hut he had a bone chilling war cry, out the corner of his eye the saw his hero Ragar a famous, weathy dragon hunter. Ragar was fearless, upon rapidly slashing and hacking the dragon. Agroth was shocked at how good Ragar was he never saw him but only heard of him in stories. As he was shocked the dragon roared knocking him back into a pile of rocks. Agroths vison got cloudy his body was going limp he was almost positive he was leaving his realm.
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