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</div><br/><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fem.wattpad.com%2F20d2a835593ed427fe272467e90f1ee0a55cdfae%2F687474703a2f2f646174612e77686963646e2e636f6d2f696d616765732f3232343936383136302f6c617267652e676966%3Fs%3Dfit%26h%3D360%26w%3D360%26q%3D80&amp;hash=64fb32fc6131494252d5608c243a2c66" href="https://em.wattpad.com/20d2a835593ed427fe272467e90f1ee0a55cdfae/687474703a2f2f646174612e77686963646e2e636f6d2f696d616765732f3232343936383136302f6c617267652e676966?s=fit&amp;h=360&amp;w=360&amp;q=80" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Sebastien</a>could trace his families lineage back centuries, each of his forefathers before him great kings and dragon slayers in their own right, and they all brought great prosperity to the kingdom of Altmora. Though, stories of those times seemed like centuries past now. As Sebastien looked out of the window of his large room atop one of the tallest towers in the castle, the kingdom looked like only a flicker of the place he grew up knowing. The flames of his family had grown weak with his father's death, having left the kingdom in a panic. Many did not think that Sebastien was worthy, of his father's throne. He was the first of his family, to approach the throne so young, without even the slightest bit of experience.<br/><br/>Sebastien knew he couldn't blame them for their rebellious nature, but he also couldn't help the flame of anger he felt every time someone called out a challenge towards him. After all, the throne belonged to him. It was his families dynasty and he wasn't about to leave the kingdom to fall to ruins after his father's untimely death. His sister, was even more so unfit for the seat for him.<br/><br/>But there, was one way, he could take his father's seat, upon the throne, without challenge. If he could acquire the head of one of the most hated dragons in all of the land, all would kneel down before him. None would dare raise a hand against him and his enemies would shutter with fear. But taking on a dragon was no easy task. His family had a lot of experience in the area, but Sebastien, very little. Though, thanks to his mother he had become somewhat powerful in regards to the arcane. And with his father's sword at his hip, he could only hope that they would both be with him as he faced the biggest trial he would ever encounter. Beheading the Scourge of the East Mountain.<br/><br/>With that final thought in mind, Sebastien pulled away from the window, running a hand through his short brown hair as he paced across the cold stone floor his cupboard. Chancing a glance at the mirror as he passed. Sebastien was in shape, but still then, his tan skin and slight muscle tone couldn't save him from the opinions of his lessers. Despite how strong he may appear, he needed a trophy to win over the kingdom's approval. Sebastien pulled over a cloth shirt over his naked torso, grabbing his favored darkened leather vest as he moved out of his large room, intent upon finding his sister, before he made the journey that would either make, or break, his kingdom.