Notes:

-This story is only posted on Scribble Hub please don´t post it on other sites, if you see it elsewhere please inform me!
-English isn`t my first language so if I make any mistakes (grammar or otherwise) please correct me in the comments!
-This is my first story and I WILL make mistakes, so please don´t think I will make a perfect story!
-The image used as the cover is not mine and this is where I found it: https://br.pinterest.com/pin/767582330217829279/

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Arnold is a bastard son of a high noble his whole life he has been treated like trash. One day his father sends him out on yet another suicide mission, this time he is joining an army divison that is supposed to infiltrate the dragons territory and kill them... `Madness´ that was his only thought after joining the war band... had his father and the king forgotten the strenght of the dragons or were they just stupid?
In a sense Arnold was lucky enough to not incounter a dragon... but instead to be thrown of a cliff by assassins of his father...
To his suprise however he didn´t die but met the spirit of a commander dragon that died long ago, after he was given the offer to be able to finally become strong enough to take revenge, Arnold couldnt help but smile...

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