The Chosen Ch3 Part3: The telling of war.
Warning: contains some mature content and slightly offensive language... don't read if you don't like it...
"There is a war coming... and that war has us swept in its wings..."-Jacob, Guild Blacksmith
"ARE YOU BLOODY INSANE!!!" yelled Elsildor at the three before him. It was the middle of the day and everyone outside were all in their classes. "Do You kids have ANY Idea how much danger that you had put us through?!?... YOU BROUGHT A DRAGON TO OUR DOORSTEP, WITHOUT RESTRAINTS!!!" he continued as he scolded the three like a man scolding a puppy. Jonathan was the first to step forward. "Sir-" he began and Elsildor snapped his attention to him and cut him off with a sharp bark "Don't you sir me, Jonathan. You know very well where your place is." he said and Jonathan backed up a pace then stepped forwards again and yelled back. "The Dragon Bears A MESSAGE FOR US!..." and Sadie Nudged the Zephyr forwar