So I decided not to go with the first synopsis for fear of copyright infringement. I am sorry if I have disappointed anyone but I have decided to write another one and I would like to know what you all think. Below is the Synopsis:

He fumbled for the right key to unlock the gate. He grumbled to himself as he tried one key after the other without success. He glanced up again momentarily, his tiny wrinkled almond shaped eyes widened as he resumed opening the gate with a renewed surge of anxiety mixed with impatience. The key fell to the floor. He paused, he bent down to pick the key grunting like a knackered farm ox. His hand missed the key the first time as his bulgy stomach and heavy robe gave him little room to bend over. He picked the key eventually but had to stand straight to stretch his spine. For someone who is over a century old, Giannicus looks agile but with the tasks that he sets to do daily, He could find himself confined to a rocking chair like his mates chewing on dried stake with ale and smoking tobacco from a pipe. He opened the gate eventually with a sigh of relief and victory. He glanced up again and made for the stable as fast as his legs could carry him. He was a man that hardly say much so the servants were relatively unperturbed when their greetings were replied with either a nod or the shrug of a shoulder. He mounted a horse with the help of an athletic built servant whose handsome features made him look like someone who had seen the finer side of life once before until his tide of fortune changed. Giannicus turned the horse toward the direction of the mountain he had been staring at, he barked under his breath “I am coming already, I cannot go any faster”. He kicked the horse and the fine stallion spurred into a rhythmic trot and gradually began to gallop faster toward the mountain. The morning wind was exceptionally cold as he drew his robe tighter and adjusted the saddle to move closer to the warmth of the stallion. He could see the air coming out of the nostril of the beautiful beast turning into mist. That reminded him of the Scandanavian dragon he nursed during the great purge. The owner had left her for dead. His apprentice; Fabrice would not let him leave without taking a look at the poor creature. Her tears were steamy hot and the hot air that escapes her nostrils at every whimper were warm enough to keep the cold out for a lifetime. The purge was a perilous time, every magical creature was being haunted alongside with the “gifted” human beings that walked the earth. Giannicus already knew this day would come. In fact, he knew exactly how it would come and he was more than prepared for it, but helping the dragon was not part of what he had seen time and time again about the purge. he had warned people of his kind that this time will come. Only a few were wise enough to heed his warning. The others felt that their gift was enough to overcome any attack from anyone. It was too late by the time that they realized that their assailants had help from a dark source which they also eliminated in the end. The time before the purge was peaceful, so peaceful that the gifted walked freely among the unchosen and they were allowed to marry from one another. This time…

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