Dragons have roamed our world for centuries. Scarring the skies with their mighty wings and shaking the earth with their roar. My family has roared back just as strong. The Pendragon clan has guarded the fangford keep from dragons for Almost as long. My father king Dorian pendragon has made it his life to get rid of dragons tyranny but has become one himself, wearing a crown of horns. Every time a dragon dies we become more like them. We wear masks of scales, cloaks of wings, armor as strong as a dragons hide, and blades as sharp as a dragons tail. This is the life my father has forced us to live. By teaching my sister and I his cruel ways. He has taught my sister it is best to be a tyrant as that is the best way to wear the crown of horns but now her rule has begun, and it is already stained in blood. This is my own story. I own the story line. I own my characters, please do not steal. I have put a great deal of effort into this story and do not appreciate people taking my work as their own. * I do not own the cover drawing, all rights to that artist. The entire story of crown of horns is my own.*
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