The call rang out across the kingdom.
The dragons, in their airy lairs high in the border mountains heard the news first, and spread it like fire breath throughout the land.
They told the wolf-riders in the Cursed Forest, who spread the word to the Undervillages and the Mire Mines.
They told the knights on the Dire Road, who cried the news from Blightshire to Spikesborogh.
They told the creature in the Black Lake, who gossiped from Lurkington to the very gates of the Towering Fortress.
The Legendary Hero was dead. The people of the Dark Kingdom were safe.

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