I am going to read to you from a particular man’s journal.

Of events that I unintentionally caused,but we will get to that latter.

First entry

Deep in the woods myself and my brother stood. He was going to teach me the art of the sword, or so he would try. I have tried many types of skills to master, magic, archery, and even the art of the spear. I have also tried many other things as well but none of them would work.

Here we wore deep in the woods, on a high mountain top, which we could only reach because of my brothers dragon. My brother slowly passed me a blade from the many he had available. Of course with his own favorite in his hands.

He asked me to try and strike him down with it. With that I dashed forward the sword in my right hand, lifting it up as I approached. I then swung it down towards my brother. He countered my attempt, at which point he continued with his assault. He had wanted me to counter but I was not good enough to do so, the only thing I could do was doge his full blown attacks.

I soon came to the edge of the mountain, My brother swung his sword forward, I dogged, the earth suddenly shock, I lost my footing, and plummeted to my doom. My brother soon called to his dragon companion to go rescue me.

He caught up I got on his back, then a blinding white light filled the air that we were in. Soon a force pushed us onto the mountain top, knocking me out cold. When I finally came to my brothers dragon was nowhere to be found.

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My brother then told me he thought the dragon probably died from the force of the blast, and his body disintegrated. He also said that I was luck that did not happen to me as well.

So the sword training continued. I picked back up the sword I was given, oddly it seemed a lot lighter then before for some reason. I swung the blade forward my brother countered and launched his sword to push mine out of my hand, it worked, however he misjudged and also hit my arm. With that his sword shattered.

We both stood there with shock on our faces. This was impossible, that sword was specially enchanted to deal with the strong and magically tough hide of dragons. Dragon hides being the toughest thing in the world. Only magic could deal any damage to them.

“How in the world.” my brothers words being stated like thunder. After that we decided to head home. My brother taking a new sword from the many he had brought, so that we could make it back down the mountain and through the forest alive.

Once we safely made it down the mountain, we began walking into the forest. The sounds where strangely quiet for a monster filled forest. Somehow we got out without encountering any monsters. We had made it back to our village. What a strange day.