Drakenblades: The Tale of Wadrahad
Wadrahad stood upright, his eyes filled with roaring flames. The village that used to be his home was no more. Only this morning, he had insisted on going with Wènbroch to get some wood for Father’s furnace. His big brother was not happy, of course: now that he was twelve, he always wanted to do things on his own, like he was already grown up. But Wadrahad knew he was only seven years older, which was quite a lot, but…