When I wield his power, my enemies cower before me. In their eyes, I am death and darkness. To my people, I am the light. I am their savior. I am the Onyx Dragon -Daegoth II Chapter One Prince Eamon rode swiftly along the jagged cliff side, not quite in a full gallop, but in a quick, steady pace. As he rode, he watched over the figure below him that trudged along the road to Morduin. Though the early morning mist clouded the Prince’s view somewhat, he could still clearly recognize the man’s origins. His garb was unusual, not like the commoners of the Northern Kingdom, but more like the tribes that inhabited the North Shore; mostly furs and leathers. He was a large man, heavily muscled, but lean. He was in his early twenties, probably about the same age as Eamon himself. His hair was long and blonde, with one braid dangling on each side of his golden mane. He wore little armor, only gauntlets and steel leggings, but Eamon could see a helmet strapped to the man’s back.
