Dragon Master
Part One Reign
In the world of Moradon, which was now south of Middle-Earth and east of Thedas, warriors from all of over the world come to Moradon to join the King's army. But Dragons were never allowed in cities. They were greedy, and dangerous. There was a man named Fang in the old times. He was a Dragon Slayer, but also a Dragon Descendant. He was related to a dragon in the result of a mage apostate and a dragon. They have hybrid children. When Fang was a baby, his brother, who was a dragon, was like a best friend. When Fang was brought to the world of humans he was separated from Drake, his brother. He was taught by the staff and raised as a Dragon Hunter. But when he met his family again, he was in awe.
Fang was a user of magic as well. Fang was a sword wielder who knew exactly how to defend himself. There was no man in Moradon that could be a better man than he. Fang was the best knight and hunter. He bore a black armor that was known in Kirkwall as the Champion Armor. The Moradon Land had been claimed once by Dragons, who turned it over for 100,000 coins from travelers from Faradon.
Fang had special powers received to him. From the power of his mother, he could fly and create claws out of magic. From his father, he could control the flames of fire, and he could use the speed, and power of magic. However, there is a dark side to this. Every time he loses control of his anger, he will transform into a Dragon and wreak havoc. That had never happened before, but it was never risked either.
Fang strolled the plains of the Dead State, Deadland, and he usually came across Reapers, which were much like Azerath Riders, but they were skilled not in the magic arts, but in the hand to hand combat. Fang would swing his long blade staff across and cut his enemies down just for the glory and one after another, his enemies fell to his blade. He would spy a Dragon or two, but he would never speak to them or kill them. He would watch them go by.
However, on a Saturday, when he had no work, Fang hiked up in the Karian Mountains for some reunion. He called a Dragon roar and came down Drake with his fiery tail.
"Brother," he said, "How long has it been since the last time we met?"
"About a month." Fang replied.
"How is that cold boss of yours?"
"Will you get off my back about that? In my city, Canera, no one goes without profit."
"So that's your big interest now: money."
"I never said that!"
"Brother, you are no Dragon. I know you, and you don't like who you are. When you get too angry, you become this, and is this what you want in life?"
"Yes, it is. My family has carried this heritage. Our mother has had these powers. Do you think I would just turn them down?"
"I had thought you had lost your love for Dragons as one who hunts them."
"Hey! Soon I will leave this job and protect the Dragons; but for now, I hunt them." Fang heard a rustle in the bushes. He drew his staff and lit a flame in his hand and prepared to launch it. When the figure came out, they were Soul Takers. These killers had no remorse or regret of taking the souls of their victims, but Fang took them down with ease, but they would always get back up. He took his staff and slashed horizontally and down they fell with no heads.
Drake turned to his left and shut his eyes, "These are dark times. The world is changing."
"Yeah. This is a day where the dead come alive: The Day of the Dead."
"Apparently." Fang just stood by his giant brother. Then after thirty seconds of standing, he finally scurried off. Drake lied down on his large, strong, hands. He arrived in his city after three hours of walking. However, when he returned, everything broke loose. He looked at the chaos that happened to his city.