Nyrak

Dragon Warden Chapter One Eryk savagely kicked a pinecone out of his way. “It’s not fair,” he said, deliberately grinding another pinecone under his boot heel. “And don’t tell me life’s not supposed to be fair. That’s what you always say, and it doesn’t make me feel any better.”  Nearby, Eryk’s uncle, Karl, leaned up against the dark trunk of a big Bull Pine with his arms crossed over his chest. Shaped like a bull himself, the old dwarven warrior was grizzled and bald, with a scar that ran the length of his face -- from his forehead to the bushy gray beard he’d plaited with a fraye