And snatch it he did.
Legends tell of how Jericho, the Last Dragon, arose from the bottom of Thread Mountain with fire trailing behind him. His wings spread wide behind his shoulders, Jericho rushed the top of the mountain, hoping to catch Dahrling, the Nymph Supreme, offguard. Right as he reached the peak of Thread Mountain, Jericho unsheathed his infamous sword...the Blade of Woe. He descended with such speed and grace that Dahrling was unsure how to react.
Jericho raised his Blade of Woe, prepared to strike down the usurper where she stood. But then...she vanished in a cloud of twinkiling lights. Jericho scowled as he touched down, sheathing his sword. The Nymph Supreme had gotten away with her fairy magic...but it would not happen again.
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Legends tell of how Jericho, the Last Dragon, arose from the bottom of Thread Mountain with fire trailing behind him. His wings spread wide behind his shoulders, Jericho rushed the top of the mountain, hoping to catch Dahrling, the Nymph Supreme, offguard. Right as he reached the peak of Thread Mountain, Jericho unsheathed his infamous sword...the Blade of Woe. He descended with such speed and grace that Dahrling was unsure how to react.
Jericho raised his Blade of Woe, prepared to strike down the usurper where she stood. But then...she vanished in a cloud of twinkiling lights. Jericho scowled as he touched down, sheathing his sword. The Nymph Supreme had gotten away with her fairy magic...but it would not happen again.
(And so the story posts return)