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The Lone Tamer And the Flightless Dragon

Eons ago, mankind and the elves engaged in a bloody war which lasted generations. While mankind fought with blood and steel, the elves summoned and tamed monsters and beasts called 'chimeras' to turn the tide of battle onto them. Grim Fenris is a descendant of a long-lost elven elite bloodline of chimera tamers. His parents left him in the care of his grandfather, who died shortly after he turned thirteen, leaving Grim to fend off for himself in this hostile world. Two centuries after mankind’s insurmountable victory against the pointy-eared conquerors, the Kingdom of Vanheim had finally known peace. Meanwhile, Grim mysteriously stumbled into a cave where he discovered a flightless baby dragon. Little did he know that this dragon was going to be his partner in crime for the years to come. The peace did not last long as the humans were once more bombarded with constant attacks from an all too familiar batch of foes – the chimeras. Disclaimer: I do not own the artworks on the book cover. I simply photoshopped it, all rights go to the creators.

aoiYuki · Fantasia
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121 Chs

A Deal

The Sunstrider stared at Grim's face. He knew that he only had seconds left to live before the others could get to him. He could make a choice now, to either get rid of Grim just for the spite of it, or to do one final good thing before he died. 

But he wised up and did the right thing, he did not lay a single hand on Grim. Instead, he woke up him and informed him of something. After shaking Grim Fenris hard enough to awaken him from being unconscious, the Sunstrider admitted something to him. 

All the others slowed down in fear that the Sunstrider might target Grim next. "Kid. I have something to tell you. I was indeed the one that killed your parents – Stolas and Mira Fenris. I am not denying it at all." 

Dart still shook Grim and get him to run away. But after being awoken by the Sunstrider, he knew that his eyes had not glinted with the red tint of bloodlust at all. No. What was imprinted in his eyes was that of regret.