Chapter 0: The loss
I was just 12 when it happened. The day I lost my friend Arthur.
The day started just like the past days had, with Arthur waking me up at the crack of dawn to do sword training as if he hadn't been training it in his sleep with Merlin.
We had done three rounds, all of which he won. I wasn't able to keep up with his speed, at least not enough for it to matter. But that didn't really matter since he was already superhuman at that age. So i guess I was impressive.
Arthur was apparently meant to pull out the sword Merlin placed into a stone today since he had turned 14 a month prior.
But we never got the chance to pull the sword out. For the Final God, the White Dragon, came to kill the believers of the Red Dragon, Arthur.
"ARTHUR!" My lungs burned from the smoke that came from the burning homes and families around me.
"GET BACK CAIUS!" I hear Arthur yell from a bit in front of me as I see the shape of a dragon raising through the smoke as a flash of light hits it just to be crushed by a clawed arm causing a shockwave to spread out hitting me.
I didn't notice when I fell but I stood up on shaky legs and grabbed the closest thing to me, a tree log. "RAHHHH" with more strength than i should have had I lifted it to swing at where I could see the dragon.
But it snapped like a twig on its scales and its metallic shine. "Ah, there you are. My nephew's favorite and only knight. Isn't it considered a great death to die by a dragon's fire?" A pale white light started to gather ahead of me as I fell unconscious