Chapter 8: The Siege of Shardon...
Graynar was too late. His victories of the day were drowned in the tears of his eyes. The dark figure brought the axe down; Graynar could no longer see Boldan, but he knew he must be dead. Graynar ran towards the figure to avenge his friend but was suddenly whipped away by dark magic;
"Azaron!" yelled Graynar as he fell to the ground outside Shardon keep. The sounds of battle still within hearing.
"My friend! I must go back! Send me back!"

Azaron chuckled; "Hehehe, your not going back Graynar. You're going to be the first to die by Cronos of Lecastal."
"What!?" spat Graynar.
Azaron picked up the Vezar crystal, the Ormantez mage infront of him. Enriched by powerful dark magic, Azaron summoned Cronos, the mighty dragon of Lecastal.
Marking the end of Sikaron.
"Azaron, what have you done?" said Graynar clutching his sword, watching Cronos spew green acid from his jaws.

"Call me the Dark Lord of Despair." replied Azaron, and he laughed, laughter that could scare a hundred brave men. Laughter that would be the last thing Graynar would ever hear.
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