Dungeons and Drakons (Part IV)

Erid sighed as the guard dragged the girl away. In his heart, he was no killer. Some days, he wished for death. He just didn’t want another species destroyed by humans. History was repeating itself, and all the Drakons should have seen it coming. Thousands of years before, Dragons had been the Drakons. But humans had killed them all, enslaved them, forced them to play villan, and they all died.

So continues the cycle of life. It’s a cycle Erid is beginning to hate.

“Come on, Fenrar,” he says quietly. “Let’s go.” Fenrar looks at the dusty floor. In some places, the floor is charred black.

In others, it’s dark red.