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His tale among the tales

Orphaned at the young age of five, a Dragon had burnt his village to the ground, leveling it as nothing but scorched earth. The savage attack had killed almost everyone except for him and a few other lucky individuals. They sat there hopeless and watched the everyone they have ever come to know either screaming as they were burned alive, eaten, torn apart by the savage beast, or simply killed themselves having not been able to cope with the loss of their loved ones.

 

They were all picked up by a traveling caravan, each was left in towns for them to try and make new lives for themselves and try to forget the tragedy struck within their minds. Solistro, being the youngest was left at an academy orphanage where he was brought up and raised, learning everything he would need to know to survive, and spent his free time learning about dragons. He wanted to know where the resided and how best to fight them.

 

He joined a group a dragoons who furthered his craft of combat and magic. He practiced and trained harder than anyone else to try and perfect his skills. All he could remember was the fire and embers of the devastating attack. Having been rather untalented in magic, he chose to only use wind magic that augmented the body. At the age of 16, Solistro and the group of dragoons had hunted down the great lightning based dragon. By the end of it all, the dragon had fallen, but so did the dragoons. Only Solistro had survived the battle against the dragon.

 

Yet again, he watched everything he cared about fall to the brutality of a dragon. He loathed the beasts.. He began using the dragon's scales to forge his armor and spear he had used in his travels around Aeva. He lived out his days in the forests away from all the citizens and he essentially kept a distance from everyone, only showing up to find work and ending up in fights over his arrogance or misunderstandings.

 

Solistro was killed by a blood mage, his spear and armor forged from the scales and his hatred of dragons was gone.. Destroyed.. He was cast into hell where he fought nearly non-stop every waking horror imaginable to the mind, only to be made into one of them himself. Solistro having been sent back to the world from once he came. He was now his greatest sin, a wraith wielding an ebony hell sword given to him in the pits of the damned.