There was a man named Falk once. He was a hero with the
might of a hawk. He fought evil in the name of good, yet he never proclaimed it
as his deeds spoke more than any man has. He did not fall in vain.
He
was born poor but rose to triumph. When he first grasped a sword, he knew that
it was his fate to wield it until the day he died. He charged against the red
dragon and hoped he would at the least not die in vain.
He fought the dragon and followed him from mountain to mountain in pursuit. Falk crushed the red dragon’s claws on the mountain of snow, and the dragon flew away. Falk sliced the red dragon’s wings on the mountain of rock, and the dragon slunk back. Falk pierced the red dragon’s hide, and the dragon retreated no more. Falk buried the red dragon’s body on the mountain of green and laid him to rest.
Falk did not rest though. In treachery, another foe rose. Severin, with the might of a hawk, swept over the land as a terror. Falk went to meet Severin to determine his fate.
“I see your heart, Severin,” Falk said, hoping his foe would see reason. “We need not be enemies. Lay down your weapon and we might be friends.”
“I do not see peace, Falk,” Severin replied, anger at Falk’s naivete. “I see only war ahead of me. Raise your weapon to defend yourself as it would be a pity to strike down a man as mighty as you unarmed.”
So they fought, and Falk never battled a fiercer opponent. Severin was a man of war and violence, while Falk was a man of peace and protection. Severin struck down Falk’s sword, and then killed the mighty hero. Did he die in vain?
There was a great cry at the hero’s fall. Severin threw down Falk’s corpse as a warning to those who would oppose him. Widows wept tears for the slayer of the red dragon. Their children would weep blood under the rule of Severin, king of all he could strike with the sword. Falk had failed, but he did not die in vain.
There was a young man named Rein. He hoped to be a hero and had the might of a hawk. He was the son of Falk and hoped to succeed where his father had failed. Severin quaked at the approach of Rein.
Still weakened from his fight against Falk, Severin tried to warn away Rein. Severin said, “I killed your father. It is pointless to fight me.”
“You killed my father. I have every reason to battle you,” Rein replied, drawing his father’s sword. And they battled with ferocity not seen since Falk fought Severin, and even then, it was a fiercer battle. Rein snapped Severin’s sword with his own, and gave the warlord a warning, “You have no chance against me, but I do not kill you. It is better you are humbled and seek redemption than dead and unable to seek anything. Rise.”
And so Severin disappeared, not to be heard from again. It is said that he sought redemption in the forests of far away, cutting firewood for the crippled and the widows until he died trying to help others. Rein saw the chaos of the world and began his father’s work again to bring peace to all. It would not end though, and each generation a new hero would rise up to battle evils both ancient and new. Yet Rein did good in his time and reached the honor of his father with ease. And that, for good or ill, is how it ended.
He fought the dragon and followed him from mountain to mountain in pursuit. Falk crushed the red dragon’s claws on the mountain of snow, and the dragon flew away. Falk sliced the red dragon’s wings on the mountain of rock, and the dragon slunk back. Falk pierced the red dragon’s hide, and the dragon retreated no more. Falk buried the red dragon’s body on the mountain of green and laid him to rest.
Falk did not rest though. In treachery, another foe rose. Severin, with the might of a hawk, swept over the land as a terror. Falk went to meet Severin to determine his fate.
“I see your heart, Severin,” Falk said, hoping his foe would see reason. “We need not be enemies. Lay down your weapon and we might be friends.”
“I do not see peace, Falk,” Severin replied, anger at Falk’s naivete. “I see only war ahead of me. Raise your weapon to defend yourself as it would be a pity to strike down a man as mighty as you unarmed.”
So they fought, and Falk never battled a fiercer opponent. Severin was a man of war and violence, while Falk was a man of peace and protection. Severin struck down Falk’s sword, and then killed the mighty hero. Did he die in vain?
There was a great cry at the hero’s fall. Severin threw down Falk’s corpse as a warning to those who would oppose him. Widows wept tears for the slayer of the red dragon. Their children would weep blood under the rule of Severin, king of all he could strike with the sword. Falk had failed, but he did not die in vain.
There was a young man named Rein. He hoped to be a hero and had the might of a hawk. He was the son of Falk and hoped to succeed where his father had failed. Severin quaked at the approach of Rein.
Still weakened from his fight against Falk, Severin tried to warn away Rein. Severin said, “I killed your father. It is pointless to fight me.”
“You killed my father. I have every reason to battle you,” Rein replied, drawing his father’s sword. And they battled with ferocity not seen since Falk fought Severin, and even then, it was a fiercer battle. Rein snapped Severin’s sword with his own, and gave the warlord a warning, “You have no chance against me, but I do not kill you. It is better you are humbled and seek redemption than dead and unable to seek anything. Rise.”
And so Severin disappeared, not to be heard from again. It is said that he sought redemption in the forests of far away, cutting firewood for the crippled and the widows until he died trying to help others. Rein saw the chaos of the world and began his father’s work again to bring peace to all. It would not end though, and each generation a new hero would rise up to battle evils both ancient and new. Yet Rein did good in his time and reached the honor of his father with ease. And that, for good or ill, is how it ended.
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