The mad dragon king is not a myth But the fate of a loyal son, A selfless leader with honorable intentions Stripped of his rights, family, and domain. His land eating itself away With vile pestilence, rotting crops, Inevitable sacrifice of lives, And a tested faith of the divine. Against all odds, a bargain is struck with Aethys, Mother of All, Carer of Quintessence, In form of a forfeited birthright; The tamer of his fiery fury, the remedy to his madness, His one and only mate Will never be born in his lifetime. Traded for land anew free of disease, With thriving vegetation, and ungrateful subjects, The mad dragon king's domain prospers, As fast as his mind declines. His curse in the open, the people dread The day of his predetermined death Only a few moons away. Meanwhile, in the distant future, Branwyn struggles to get a dog to shit outside.
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