Hate is Power

I was abandoned. Left. Alone. I can’t believe I trusted him. It turns out, the only way to live is hate. I was hated. Now, I will hate. I turned on them. I destroyed them. Now I don’t care. Let the rest take care of themselves. Other than hate, I did learn one other thing from him. A story. A legend. Of five guardians, guarding something so powerful. I wanted that. I wanted power.

I started my search. I needed a dragon, so I stole a dragon egg from the Dragon Rider Training Camp on the island east of Iorun. When it hatched, I knew what to do. I headed north, for the Five Mountains of Volkundr, if they existed. What I found was awe striking.