The knight and the dragon
(Stingue centric) (Warning: (Long( 16'000+Words)))
Incorporates the following prompts: Cursed, Impossible Quest, Abandoned Child and Forbidden Love.
Once upon a time, there lived a knight, Sir Sting Eucliffe by name. Though he was well liked by the common folk for his radiant self confidence and easygoing demeanor, his peers despised him for his arrogance and strange origins. Not that he would ever care.
He'd been abandoned, left as an infant at the order's door, and taken in by the knights of the Dawn Order. From a young age, many had taken notice of his talents. Some whispered vicious rumors in envious tones, whilst others sought to groom him into the perfect weapon, to be used for their machinations. Sir Eucliffe was well aware of that, for he was no fool, and so he hardened his heart and carried on.
To the common folk, he was quite the hero, defeating monsters, witches and bandits alike with ruthless efficiency, a confident smile on his face as he fought alone. No one would fight beside him, they all considered it beneath their station. With no one to turn to, all Sir Eucliffe had to rely on were himself and his skills. That was plenty, he told himself. More than those weak willed mongrels that boasted themselves to be knights would ever have.
To the knights, he was an arrogant fool who had rejected the gods themselves, who had only gotten away with it because he was the cruel and corrupt commander's prized weapon. Needless to say, there was no love between Sir Eucliffe and the knights of the Dawn Order. And so, for years to come, Sir Eucliffe of the Dawn Order fought alone, amongst cheers of hollow praise and whispers of jealous hatred.