Claimer: I do hereby claim all rights and responsibility for the characters in this series of vignettes because the Amaranthine Saga is mine. (Which means I should probably behave myself since anything I say or do could be taken as canon.) Indulge the lot of us, especially the ones who literally are dragons of yore.
Dragons of Yore
Ancient aggressions. Escalating retaliation. Tentative peace.
In short, peaceable dragons of yore had pacted with early reavers, teaching them the sigilcraft that meant holding their own against all Amaranthine. This unlocked the potential of remnant stones, leading to the creation of the Four Storms. Priceless artistry. Perilous weapons.
“You taught humans how to kill you?” Jacques asked incredulously.
Lord Starsweep, the one with plummy hair and pale freckling, gently corrected, “We trusted them. Befriended them. And learned from them in turn.”
“We made peace,” said Lord Beckonthrall. “For our sake. And yours.”
Posted: January 20, 2022
Prompt: “holding one’s own,” suggested by Shelly
Summary: Jacques Smythe brazens his way into Stately House and shows no sign of departing. Like it or not, Lord Mettlebright has himself a butler. An Amaranthine Saga Serial. [Humor, Drama, Family] Begins here. You can suggest a prompt here. To scroll through archived chapters, use the Lord Mettlebright’s Man tag.