Chapter 1 rewritten
I was dissatisfied with the existing chapters, the story wasn’t bad but the writing was terrible so I rewrote them.
In the last days when the earth is dieing and the gods are gluttonous and corrupt the dead moon will arise and release the dragon who will take vengeance on the gods.
-Lost Prophecy of Parcae
In the vast desert of Ein an old man sits by a fire. His hair gray, his eye hazel, his face old an wrinkled, his skin tan, he wore a ragged old brown coat and ragged old gray brown pants both riddled with patches a repairs, on his lap he has an old musket, he calls it Illean after his doughtier who died with the rest so long ago. Near the man lay a large dog like beast almost six feet in length, with light gray fur.
The moons were high above the horizon, the blue Pontus, red Typhon and the black Python observable only from the stars it blocked.