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Prologue

Year 1425

Battle between Clan Lyon and Clan McCarrick

Liam Lyon stared at the field before hi up froy scent of blood, filled the air The red, viscose fluid covered his chest and kilt, a war stamp of victory

This hat it was to fight for as theirs Lives were lost, brothers, fathers, grandfathers, and sons killed to protect what they held most dear

Liaoodbye to his ife and five-year-old son And even though he would’ve liked to stay with them, cherish that he was alive, loved, co if he didn’t protect as his

The sky was dark and ominous, as if it knew the destruction and battle that had just taken place The haze of red and orange fro sun looked alround rose up and painted it like a canvas

He stared at the Briar McKnightly Mountains, the fires sporadically burning The dragons, those fearsome beasts that lay waste to any unfortunate soul who cae and red that gloith renewed life because of the anger of those beasts

Liam and his men were far too close to their lair as it was, but a battle took place where it needed to, dangerous or not And as he stared at those mountains, he kneas no different than the beasts perched atop them They protected as theirs, the same as Liam and his men did

The sound of heavy hoof steps behind hi, sword raised and ready to destroy any adversary Dawson McCarrick’s great steed stopped a few paces from where Liam stood

“This night is the last night in which ye will look upon the sky, Lyon,” Dawson said in a harsh growl before dis his horse Dawson already had his sword in hand, and although bodies sprawled lifeless all around them, this was truly not over yet