5 Granted: Chapter 1

*CAUTION* Very short chapters!
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I held in a large, and incredulously bored sigh. Oh, dammit, people. It's your fault completely I spend all of my time doing this. Instinctively I plastered a fake, yet seemingly natural, smile on my face. 
"Of course, my lord. I stop at nothing to defend the kingdom." It spurted out in the most cheerful voice I could possibly muster up.
The King, Blasphemy III (what a simply preposterous name!) had the corners of his mouth slightly turn up- the closest to smiling he would ever reach. "All I would expect from my First General Knight. Shall you go on, then?"
"Of course, my lord." It seemed as if 'Of course, my lord' would begin each and every sentence I spoke. 
I kept smiling until I was at the horse stables. My mouth's position instantaneously flipped. 
As soon as I stepped through the door, the calming, warm scent of musty wood and old hay surrounded my nose. How lovely, it was. The only serene thing I would experience in my sure to be all-too-very-long life. Did I despise my job? Oh, yes. But nevertheless, angering the king can most likely have you end up dead and headless.
As my hand touches the cold, rusted metal handle of one of the stall doors, I stop.
Possibly... oh, sweetly... would I become a fugitive if it meant leaving this devil's-bidding job?

Oh, hell yes.

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For the first time in my life, a real, genuine grin takes over my face as my full-body jet-black horse, Cross, gallops out of the palace grounds- and not to the city of Everseer. To the great and dangerous unknown I've longed for my whole life.

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I wasn't always longing for danger. 
Why, I grew up a nobleman- rich, wealthy, avaricious, which all basically meant the same thing. If any one word could possibly describe me, it was greed. Oh, anything I didn't have was the only thing I wanted! Never was I satisfied. Anything came to me in the literal blink of an eye. 
All of that changed in a single day. 
I was strolling around the two-kilometer front yard of our manor, only stopping to glance at the most gorgeous rose, to call for a private three-string quartet. 
The only life I knew, and the only one that could possibly have the chance of granting my satisfaction. 
That's when I saw it- a rather large and positively gorgeous dragon.
Gleaming scales like molten silver, eyes like perfectly cut emeralds, wings like a graceful hawk gliding, and perfectly placed, wonderfully sharp teeth.
The unsatisfied, deathly cruel look in my eyes changed the moment I saw that dragon.
Lovely, graceful, majestic- and certainly the most important -wild.
It seemed as if all I did was gawk until the dragon was soaring over the gardens.
Then harpoons dented the gorgeous scales.
Gouged the wonderful eyes.
Pierced the gliding wings.
And my face, now filled with shock and extreme horror, had seen something I wasn't aware existed-
death.
My heart was forever scarred, and most certainly changed. For the first time since I was born, I was exhilarated. What a most amazing feeling that was!
Heart beating so fast my breaths simply couldn't keep up.
Excited motions. 
So wonderfully wild.