1 Chapter I: The Arrival Of The Recruits

Night had fallen on the town of the Dragonslayers, all the inhabitants were gathered in the longhouse celebrating the recent victory against the dragon Saluir.

"... And then Sigurd threw himself from above and skewered that demon's head," said the leader of the Dragonslayers, a man with silver hair and beard.

"Sigurd is amazing!" The children exclaimed.

Hours of celebration after that, the civilians left, leaving the Dragonslayers talking about their issues.

"What will we do now?" Asked Sigurd, a man similar to the leader, but with brown hair and no beard.

The Dragonslayers took seriously, and Olaf, the second in command, spoke up.

"We have to accept recruits."

"Recruits! Who would want to participate in something as dangerous as slaying dragons? Even in this village, home of our guild, it costs someone to volunteer," Sigurd said.

"We have no choice, two years ago we were thousands, but in that time our guild has been diminished, of those thousands we only have ten, and six of us are very badly injured because of Saluir" added Sven, the captain of the archers , a blond man with short hair and a beard.

"Son, we have no choice, tomorrow we will send a request to the capital, if we continue like this our guild will be history," the leader explained.

"I understand, but I still do not accept that we have to trust the capital, they don't care about efficiency, they will surely send prisoners sentenced to death."

"I think the same, but we can only pray to the gods that everything goes well."

"Changing the subject, what will we do to survive? Our village subsists on slaying dragons." Olaf asked concerned about the economy.

"Sven will hunt animals in the woods, you will oversee the trade, and Sigurd and I will slaughter weak dragons."

The next morning they sent the petition to the capital and began their subsistence plan.

A month passed and the capital gave no sign, the Dragonslayers were getting impatient, their men had fallen ill from the injuries caused by Saluir, and they did not have much hope of survival.

"Chief the recruits from the capital have arrived," Olaf reported.

The Dragonslayer gathered at the entrance to inspect the fresh meat they had been sent, two girls and three boys, none of them older than eighteen.

"What is this!?" exclaimed Sigurd angrily.

"Calm down Sigurd, at least three healthy boys have been sent to us, they are pieces of clay we just have to mold them," said the leader, coming forward. "Hello, I'm Praxis, the leader of the Dragonslayers. You have been sent by the capital, forget about your past, from today you are Dragonslayers, now ...

One of the girls raised her hand, she was blonde with light eyes, with her hair tied in a bun.

"What do you want, girl?"

"Sir, you said three, I was wondering what happen with me?"

"With you?"

The Dragonslayers looked at each other and then began to laugh.

"You are a girl, the Dragonslayers are strong men with hair on chest, you do not fit between us," Sven explained.

The two girls froze at the cold words of those who believed heroes.

"We can also kill dragons," she said confidently and without blinking.

"Okay girl, if you're so sure, we'll put you to the test."