Through the plains that he once called home, his vision blurred by his new master - his hazy body placing footsteps into his encampment. With welcome from the village, death welcomed them. One by one, children and all slain. Silence was all that was heard after a quick concession of strikes to his own people. With his enraged vision, he only saw fire cascading upon his tents - his enemies running from the arson that they committed making his mind even more cloudier, corruption spreading to his very body, manifesting itself by his burning eyes and his weapon turning a darker green. With silence, came insanity within his own mind - fighting himself made him collapse to his knees; with this came vulnerability, and with vulnerability came a swift strike into the peons heart. As the peon fell to the ground of his brothers and sisters life essence, he saw the reality of things - he saw his own people slain and the blood filling his very tangible existence; the sword pulled from his body as he hits the ground, turning towards the stars and repeats: Me, only, wanted, to...Protect ~Arran byrne 2014™
Posted on: Sat, 22 Mar 2014 23:34:34 +0000
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