A Manuscript has been found by a Geologist by the name of Sam. Once a homeless drug addict but within the upcoming years he would soon obtain the missing pages of the Book of Legends. Containing some of The pages of:
Ragnar Lovewick. An offspring to the famous Wesley and Osandrian Lovewick, fighting to the ends of her life for justice. A woman who stood for her murdered parents as well to her people. She fought for what was right, even if it meant death in the process. This was her treacherous journey to become a Hero to her people.
Quite astonished, It had been years since he actually found the other pieces to this story. Sam started to repair the pages to be readable. Adjusting his glasses to read the missing pages of the Book of Legends, this story trails to Ragnar in enslavement. A story that time did not tell…
Until now.
Chapter One: Prisoners of War
Ragnar, a mere Half-Breed in shackles and provocative slave clothing, shifted her blue gaze to the ground. It was only a day ago that Logfur murdered her parents. She and her people were slowly marching in line, all connected to a large chain that shackled from their neck, wrist and ankles.
Enslavement. Looking around the Land of Dragons. Her people and many other races of the world worked to death. Used for sexual desires that lead to nightmares for the victim. Fighting in the arena only to perish. This was Hell for the Half Brees. Hagan, an old man and caretaker to Ragnar who had fought aside her parents, now sat shackled behind the offspring of his King and Queen. His light ragged brown hair covered deep honey brown eyes. He looked to be about 10,000 years old.(Age: 50) .He whispered to Ragnar in a subtle tone:
" Remember.. Do not interfere… in anything you see..."
Ragnar looked a bit irritated by his order. She had nothing to say. It was then they were lined up before the King himself :
Logfur. Possessing a muscular stature. His brown hair, shaved among the sides and braided. His upper body baffled in scarring. White orbs with no pupils. Around the eyes were red flaring dragonic scaling that luminated from his powerful energy. He towered over her and the rest of the slaves. Raising his right broad hand. Signaling his men to segregate the bunch from men and women. Yet it was Ragnar who remained in the middle of the parted half breed sea.
There she stood with a man that mocked and degraded her people. Hagan gave a worrisome look. Just like her father she would never back down. Logfur stepped forth with heavy boots patterned amongst the solid terrain they stood about.
“Did you not hear my orders?”
Ragnar just gave a chuckle, her piercing blue eyes daggered at the large man before her. She spat at his face.
“Yeah I heard them, but you are not my King… I will not obey--”
A large fist embeded to the right cheek of the half-breed woman who fell backwards. She could feel the steam flaring out from her skin. Spitting some blood from her mouth. The King of Dragons began to laugh at her pain.
“Not your King... ? Maybe I should show you that you are my possession!”
With broad strength, he grabbed onto her hair before dragging her away from her people. Hagan's eyes widened before trying to get to the Offspring of Wesley. It was then large guards detained him as well. Ripping his right eye straight from the socket. Ragnar watched in horror while struggling, as her caretaker was maimed.
“HAGAN!!!! HAGAN!!!!!”
Logfur smiled at her fear of leaving her caretaker behind.
“SEND THE MEN TO THE BOTTOM OF THE ARENA! And the women!? Well. You know what to do. The Princess herself will be in my chambers. CARRY ON MEN.”
The King of Dragon’s Royal Guards saluted him.
“ YES SIRE!!!!”
Sam
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Sam cleared his throat before looking at a burned old note that had been from Ragnar Herself. Taking note it should be read before continuing on to the final parts of Chapter One:
“A nightmare you can never wake up to. A reality…. No. My reality. My paradise disrupted. Due to envy, hatred, revenge…Our people kill to hunt. But Logfur began to kill for his own gain. To make the Dragons the superior race and to enslave the rest of us. It's inhumane. Hell I’ve seen more races than mine. Orcs… Elvines.. Humans.. And even his own people who defied him… When will it end. How will this end…? I never seem to catch a break.. Ever since he showed up after my birth. Nothing but a cold war around us that he created. And now we are prisoners of war…” -Ragnar Lovewick.
The man took a sip of his hard scotch from his desk that he read from. It seemed the sip of the finest liquor was just what he needed for this next part.
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He threw me onto his bed. I remember the silver shimmer to his sheets. The severed heads of beasts he had slain and exterminated hung around dark walls. The rumors were true. The Broad Humanoid Dragon was unstoppable. Even with her parents trying to fight the conflict. He was powerful... and power is all he's ever known. In the past, father and Logfur were once allies as well as step brothers. Due to their father mating with a human being right after the death of Logfur’s mother. Until love and royalty set the two apart. Both in love with the witch from the unknown lands. That witch was my mother. Osandrian. Beautiful as ever. Her sclera blackened with huge crimson orbs. Her burgundy hair laid just above her rear. Her porcelain skin to which she had given me. The trio began to train together to fight against the Dragons of the world. Even if some were humanoid like Logfur. Those massive beasts still remained raining terror among the seas, and land. It was then, jealousy reached its peak. Logfur being denied and beaten to be the new King among the Isle of Ostund…My father was crowned. My mother chose him over the now Evil King.... All of that could create broken pieces to create a Corrupted being who was pushed to the dirt in his eyes.That man.... The creator of our destruction, our chaos. -Words from Ragnar Lovewick
Killing the Dragon of Divine inhumanely. Obtaining it’s Dragon’s Eye to use against the world that had betrayed him. Until the DRAGONIST was formed. Different races fighting together to defeat the evil King. Every Dragonist obtained what is called the Dragon’s Eye...coming from different elements of Dragons who were slain or defeated. Even saved. It was then my father and the Dragonist army fell. And this where me and my people stand….Now that story has been told.. It's time to deal with my first pain on the journey of my revenge.
Logfur took his large body over my small muscular frame until he flipped me over like a sack of grains. My tattered cloths were torn to expose my bare porcelain bottom to the enemy. Hearing him pitter with his armor.. It was then I…. I was grabbed from my hips.. His disgusting manhood entered inside me. The thrusting was violent. Over and over again. Blood dripped down my thighs. The pain was overbearing. It was then my body became numb. I shut my eyes coming to the horrible thoughts of bearing a child of Logfur’s. It was then a quick relief washed over me when I was shoved, leading his member to exit my insides. His semen smothered over my rear as I laid there. Feeling lifeless. This emotion overcame me. Hearing the echoes of his sinister laughter… It was then I blacked out.. Only remembering the victory to his expression.
Sam
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Sam placed the Note of Ragnar’s words down. Rubbing the temples of his forehead as questions furrowed through his mind. The pain of losing her virginity to a man she desperately hated. How could someone feel after that? He sat still for a moment while her words of pain echoed. Taking another long swig of his scotch, he sighed in frustration but he had to keep on reading even if what he felt was overbearing. He grabbed the stack of old pages, reading the rest of the remaining chapter from the Book of Legends.
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It was then Ragnar awoke in a musty dirty barricade. What she did not know was above them would lead them to their deaths. An arena covered in the blood of its prisoners. The citizens to the King would watch the bloodfest against other races. A Battle to the Death. The Half Breed woman tried to raise herself up yet soon fall straight on her back. It seemed her body was worn out from the horrid nightmare that lingered through the night. If it was night. The Barricades were pitch black. Leaving man blind within the shadows. It was then she heard voices talking among one another.
“Did you hear? Just when the sun hits the highest peak of sky, we are to battle one another. First is those half bred stock. It was said they will fight one another. Till the last breath ceases!”
As Ragnar blacked out once more, King Logfur stood in the middle of the Hellish Arena. The sun soon rose and his scowl began to perk up while a sinister chuckle escaped. Oh how his future was all coming together. He motioned his men to bring the half breeds in for his people's entertainment. The Suns rays exposed two severed heads pierced and held by two long spears that stuck to the bloody ground beneath Logfur.. Those two heads belong to…
Wesley and Osandrian Lovewick.
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