Through a thick spread of forest land ran the lost knight of a once distant kingdom. He slowed to a jog when he found a thick gathering of bubbling shadows clustered no more than several feet ahead. His left hand found the grip of the double-edge strapped to his back. He pulled the Lorulean blade from its sheath, making its nearly unbreakable metal glimmer in the small snippets of sunlight peaking through the trees for the second it took to be drawn. The shadows split, forming a wave of harmless looking green bots bipedal in nature. The knights jog became a dash.
Posted on: Sat, 11 Oct 2014 06:28:01 +0000
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