Love of a Dragon

Prologue

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The wind blew so strongly, the glass filling the church windows shattered into millions of pieces. Shards flew everywhere, covering the wooden pews and ripping the elegantly designed tapestries that surrounded the iron coffin in front of the alter. Fire roared everywhere, sending waves of cries and mourning throughout the entire village. People fled Princewood In all directions- abandoning all types of belonging they had. All hope had been lost as the stench of burning flesh hung in the air. The once great tower of the Princewood Castle was alight with dancing flames that mocked the strength of the walls built to defend it. Thick smoke filled the skies creating a blanket of darkness that covered the winding streets of the most honourable town in Tarrbridge. Not a single soul remained as the walls of every building came crumbling down. As the village perished nothing remained but the yellow eyes watching and the iron coffin left in the heart of the church.