Destiny

📙 Most people could never kill without regret.



I don't have that luxury. I'm an artificial creation who exists solely to follow the orders of a tyrannical maniac. Death is the only constant I know.



I want more, so I'm running.



What lies beyond the realm of my former master, presents a whole new set of problems, including a mistake that lands me at death's door. I accept that. Welcome it, really. For a relic of war, death is my inevitable release.



But fate is a fickle creature.



When a dragon saves me⁠—a creature said to be long extinct⁠—then offers me a chance at revenge, I don't know what to believe. Trust gets people killed, but something is different about this creature.



Will he give me the freedom I desire, or is my fate sealed when I agree to his terms?