204.20 Teil der Fantasyserie von Josh Schütte und KI Bing GPT 4 und Google Gemini
Fantasyserien Königin Fagoras Drachenthron. Der Kurier von Morat
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The Legacy of King Horo
**Once upon a time, in the grandeur of Junkarburg, a magnificent castle nestled amidst rolling hills bathed in the golden glow of twilight, the valiant King Horo lay gravely wounded in the citadel's vast courtyard. The grizzled king, his eyes sharp as flint, winced at the searing pain of the dagger thrust by a shadowy Dark Troll during an unexpected assault by a dragon. Amidst the commotion, two dragons, their scales shimmering like molten metal under the dimming sun, hovered menacingly above. Their fierce guardians, riders clad in gleaming armour, maneuvered with astounding dexterity, ensuring the dragons remained poised for defense. Below, the diligent servants bustled with purpose, their roles as craftsmen and merchants unwavering even in the face of chaos.** Before King Horo stood Zerah, the revered mage of Arthas Lake, who had arrived on an elegant Elven stag. Clad in robes that fluttered with ethereal grace, Zerah's presence commanded respect. "Fagora is involved in negotiations with the Dark Trolls and must make decisions," Zerah explained, his voice a blend of authority and concern. "But how are you faring?" **King Horo's gaze fell to the earth, burdened with pain and responsibility. "It still hurts. I've heard that King Morgat is busy freeing Salina. He will bring order and, together with my daughter, find a solution. I must reign here, for Zaltor is my deputy." Zerah's eyes, pools of ancient wisdom, turned to the dragons. He knew Fagora had much to learn about taming these majestic creatures. "Your daughter will organize the Dragon Clan. But she needs Xanadur the dragon, Udia, and also the sword Viskur." Horo shook his head in disbelief, staring at Zerah with wide eyes. "Viskur is the work of trolls and should have the strength of dragons. Dragon Udia had guarded it and now Fagora has it." The sky was ablaze with crimson and violet as dragons emerged on the horizon. Their fiery breath illuminated the heavens, yet the castle and courtyard remained unscathed. The ground outside bore the brunt of their wrath. At the forefront soared Xanadur, Fagora's former dragon. King Horo's eyes filled with trepidation as he gazed upwards. "What does this mean? We are under attack by wild dragons." Zerah raised his staff, his eyes alight with a powerful aura. The dragons sensed his might as bolts of lightning shot skywards, sending them fleeing northward to Nywald. "That was a warning from Morat the Dark Troll. I hope fervently that Fagora can resolve this. She must wield the sword Viskur and tame the dragon that sought to attack us. **And thus, the fate of Junkarburg hung in the balance, its hopes resting on Fagora's courage and the ancient power of the dragons. The sky, a tapestry of fire and shadow, bore witness to the unfolding legend hanging over the realm of Perna. The end.
