King Asimov Grasped the forearm of Kavga, and Kavga did the same; they touched foreheads as a sign of respect. Queen Sarr’ya Touched her two fingers to her lips and then placed them on her brothers. (A greeting usually meaning that words must not be spoken between them at that time. Sarr?ya wished a word in private with Kavga.)
Asimov looked at the Minarin leader. “Have you come to aid us in our struggle against Alma viros?” Kavga looked at Sarr”ya and then back at Asimov. “We have abandoned you for too long now, as our lord Silfacaar has told me in a dream. And now he is dying as proof of our treachery?” Asimov shuddered with a look of surprise.
“Treachery? Surly that is not the case my dear brother in law?” Asimov glanced at his wife. Kavga looked down at his feet, and then put his hand to his face with a look of pain. “The lord Silfacaar showed me this dream the very same night we left thirty seven years ago; I’m so sorry I ever abandoned you sister, and you as well step-brother.” Asimov was startled; the lord had told him to return to his people the night he’d left, but he had disobeyed for fear of Alma viros. “My brother, the lord is very forgiving, but you must repent?”
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Silfacaar crash landed somewhere in the Minarin forest; he hoped his people would aid him before the witch could kill him. Her game was a fast one on most days, but today he was the last, the last male left to reproduce with Almafaar. The great dragon Roared in the name of his brother Hlyo. He roared in the name of his three hatchlings, Draclanos, Mithria and Almarrut. He roared in the name of his mate, who would be forced to hide the rest of the draconic race from the evil witch; and he roared last to the people of Oparin and Minarin, so that they may find him and honor his courageous heart.

The knight Fayderis and his king had traveled long and hard from the capital state Belg’adore. King Aurix had lost his Fortress to the Sorceress Serona, with her demonic powers and army she had killed and conquered. The knight and king were all that remained; revenge was the only tool sustaining them. The only fuel to keep their fire raging. Serona had come to their world before they were born, she had enslaved and tortured the human race; she had murdered and cut the dragons to pieces for her own use. And now she had finally raged open war-fare against all the races of Dergunt.
Fayderis halted his horse, the king his. “M’lord, the Minarin forest is not far. At a gallop we can alert the elves and if they follow us, be ready to attack Serona’s fortress by the marrows nightfall. They will be completely unprepared?” Fayderis trailed off in a mist of complete acceptance. My wife, my kids, my family. All gone.