No one knew for certain just what the Blood of Heroes was, or whence it came. Some said men like old Droom came by it through a secret pact with the devil. Others said it spewed forth from hidden wells, a magical substance formed during the creation of the world. I know not, nor how King Agdalard came to know of it. This one thing I know for certain: the day Garl and his men drank the Blood from old Droom's flask was the day the tide of war changed...
In a time of war, a young nobleman suffers the loss of all he holds dear - his one true love, his humanity, and his heroes. An epic fantasy short story.
Download and start listening now!