All his life war existed between man and dragon.

War was never easy. Yet it was something he had grown up with. He was one of the many who had only known the suffering of the Dragonsong War. Never knowing peace.

He still remembered vividly the day the Steel Vigil fell. One of the many casualties of this long drawn out war. He had still been a relatively fresh face under the command of Chlodebaimt de Haillenarte.

The fall of the Vigil left its scars on him. The memories of teeth and claws and dragon’s fire. Leaving behind the young lord from House Haillenarte as the man made a noble sacrifice to save lives. Losing many who he had begun to get to know. It would ever remain on his thoughts. To him forgetting meant dishonoring the sacrifice Lord Chlodebaimt had made.

Still he found himself returning to the ruins from time to time. Praying to Halone for the spirits of those who passed and the families they had left behind. Looking for signs of Svara or Naul. Reminding himself of the things he fought for.

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Memories