Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-36855838-20190114030932

A couple lived alone, for a long long time.

The man was an old hand at war, and his wife, she was his trusty battle companion, a wyvern without compare!

Many seasons passed after the king had dismissed them from his ranks, certain to tell them to return every summer to dine with him on his birthday.

And while they lived alone, they bore many clutches of children.

In three short years, a full thunder of wyverns were shambling about their forest cottage, flailing with their weak wings to build the muscle necessary to fly.

And while the father spent his days steadily improving their hone, the mother taught her daughters to fly, and to hunt.

They ate heartily of their quarry, and were sure to bring some home to their father.

But they were carnivores, he required a more balanced diet.

And so he recieved plenty of help from his daughters, whose long claws easily tilled soil for his vegetable garden.

He worked long hours there, as well, so that he could live a long life with his wife and children.

In the sixth year of their life alone, the man grew sad, and while many things filled his heart with joy, none they tried could placate this emptiness.

They soon realized why, what he longed for, was a son.

While this was beyond the capability of him and his wife, his daughters were determined, they would find him a son, and he would be happy again.

They searched high, and low, throughout their valley, but found nobody in possession of an unwanted son.

Then, when all seemed lost, they found him.

Born in an alley, on the outskirts of order territory, where impropriety was a mark of social death.

A young girl had left him at an orphanage, but none had wanted him.

Until today.

Now. ..

Our tale may truly begin.

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