Disclaimer: I don't own AdventureQuest or many of the characters featured in this story.
Prologue
"Hand it over!" I shout to the Priestess.
My name is Eron, son of Warren. But most know me as the Blood Knight, for my pitch-black armor along with my weapon spread fear through the land. I wield ShadowReaper, a mighty axe. I fight for my home, Dragsvard, and to get revenge on the dragons.
"You must stop, Blood Knight. It would do the world no better for you to have this than Seplture." she replied in a soothing tone.
"If Seplture got his paws on that, the world dies. I would merely destroy it, prophecy or no prophecy."
"No."
This enraged me. I hefted my axe and prepared for my attack. Suddenly, the wind howled around us.
"Rawwwwwwwwwrrrrrrrrrr!" I looked up and saw a dragon! It landed over the Priestess in a protective manner.
"Dragon or not, I will get the Black Dragon Box!" I charged. The dragon struck, but missed. I was faster. I grabbed the chest and retreated.
As I ran back to cover, the mighty red dragon reared his head and bellowed, and struck at me one last time. It hit its mark and sent me flying over the cliff-face.
"I wished it wouldn't have come to this, Blood Knight. But you have not only gravely injured yourself, but gotten away with the Black Dragon Box." the Priestess signed as she climbed onto the dragon's back. The red dragon reared and bellowed, mourning over its lost cause, and took to the sky.
Aftermath
Eron hit the ground hard, thought it did not break his spine, to his surprise. The Box was under his possession, and he was satisfied. He faintly heard someone call out to him as he lost conciseness.