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Prince Randolph stared at the foreboding mountains that gleamed white under the moon. They were as harsh and cold as the people that inhabited them. He didn’t want to another war. But he wouldn’t back down from it, either.

Princess Avari took only volunteers. The wyvern riders would hit hard and fast. And the mages would aim their spells at the markers. She stroked the flank of her wyvern whose scales were black as night. He would die beside her. As she would him. But they might buy her people another generation of freedom.

“Marry well, my brother,” Princess Avari said. “A woman you care for as much as you do our kingdom. Then I know you will have many strong sons and brave daughters.” He stared into the distance. “Will the fighting ever end so they will know peace?” Not unless they surrendered. But that wasn’t an end […]