Part III

  Vengeance

  Iris climbed into the crow’s nest. The salt air was cool but her breath caught in her throat as she took her first glance around.

  Emerging from the rocky point to their starboard was a black painted ship with a blood red flag atop its mast. It was the Vengeance.

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  Hunger

  The village shook as the ground split. Flames shot from the new crevasse and Asgoth, the fire demon, crawled forth on his four arms.

  The villagers screamed and scattered at the sight of Asgoth’s twisted form. His fiery breath consumed their cottages but his hunger for destruction was not satisfied.

  Enough

  His treasure was piled high. The mounds were so tall a knight on horseback could not see the other side.

  The torchlight glinted off of the coins, the gold, and the jewels. But the Sovereign was unsatisfied. This was the greatest treasure in the world but it was not enough.