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  The Wolf Was Never The Curse (Myths and Legends Series) Part Seven They say the moonlight cursed them, And summoned forth the beast. That once the change had taken hold, Their humanity had ceased. But wolves were never monsters, Nor creatures born to kill. They shared one soul between two forms, Each guided by one will. The moon did not control them, Nor force their bones to rearrange. It called forth the wolf within them, And helped them through the change. Their pack was more than bloodlines, Or others of their kind. It formed among the souls they loved, Whose hearts with theirs aligned. They did not hunt the helpless, Nor kill for mere delight. But dare threaten one they called their own, And their wolves emerged at night. The stories spoke of slaughter, Of savage tooth and claw. Yet left untold what came before, All the blood that people saw. The kingdoms sent their soldiers, To hunt them at twilight. No pack was safe from outsiders, Who stormed their camps at night They held...

  A True Knight’s Valor They swore their lives unto the crown, To always answer their king’s call. Believing honor was obedience, No matter who might fall. But when he looked upon the dragon, He slowly sheathed his sword. For justice held a higher place, Than allegiance to a lord. He knew what this could cost him, Title, home, and knightly fame. But honor without righteousness, Was honor but in name. And so he and his brothers, Together made a stand. To guard the magic and its wielders, Found throughout the land. The crown declared them traitors, And banished every knight. But exile could not sway the men, Who knew their cause was right. They sought no throne among them, Nor came with foolish pride. They joined as friends and equals, And stood right by their side. The wounds of generations, Had finally begun to mend. As those once called an enemy, Became a trusted friend. The healers left the forests, The dragons filled the skies. The fae emerged from hidden realms, Before the knig...

No Dragons Were Slain Dragons weren’t fearsome, They were gentle and kind. Keepers of knowledge, That enlightened the mind. They could pass through the realms, Of both shadow and light. For they possessed ancient wisdom, And the gift of third sight. Kingdoms could not tame them, Though they sought the upper hand. But our dragons loved their freedom, And would not bend to our command. It wasn’t flame they feared the most, Nor the talons dragons grew. What frightened every kingdom, Was how much the dragons knew. They carried truths throughout the ages, Every secret crowns concealed. No king could buy their silence, For fear the truth would be revealed. So the kings made their decision, The people’s minds now full of lies. They made a proclamation, That every dragon dies. The kings’ determination, Filled their lands with dread. A bounty placed upon the dragons, For every severed head. They could have scorched the kingdoms, And set the lands aflame. But harming those who’d done no wrong, W...