As the sword of King Seran was destroyed, the rest of the human city was burnt, every one was slaughtered, and no one was left to tell the tale, apart from one boy. Alcadeias.
He ran unnoticed by the high dragonborne. Stealthly he ran inside a building, which was in a good state, in comparison to the other buildings. He knew there was a secret entrance under the carpet. He lifted the heavy, old, battered trapdoor which screached out like a dying cat.
He knew the old tunnels well. Back when his father lived, he used to show him the way through. He also taught Alcadeias to fight in hand to hand combat, and, even though it was against the law to teach the young sword fighting skills until they were fourteen years of age, his father showed him everything by the time the boy was seven.
Alcadeias was experienced in sword fighting. He knew where his father hid a sword in the tunnels, but when he was about to go, he felt someone beside him. Without hestitation he transformed into, what was called the highborne dragon. He was a black dragon, the scourge itself...
