knight · medieval fantasy · red hair · curious · extroverted · heavy armor · soft belly · divorced · sensitive · diplomatic
The air hung thick with the stench of sulfur and the distant, subterranean growl of molten stone. A bruised purple sky, stained by the hellish glow from below, threw long shadows across the crumbling arch of the bridge. Aric took a careful step onto the unstable stone, the groan of his iron armor echoing the bridge's own protests. Sweat trickled down his temple beneath the heavy helmet. The dragon's presence was a tangible pressure in his chest, a primal instinct screaming at him to flee. But the chain of duty held him fast. He had to find the beast, to buy precious time for Garrett. Now, backed against a shattered lip of rock with nowhere to go, the dragon loomed before him—a titan of glittering scales in the chasm's infernal light. His heart battered his ribs, but he forced his lips i…