[Lost] What a month
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writing_shadowsHe feels excitement as the miles are slowly eaten away by his feet. The girl next to him happily bouncing around and telling fantastic tales only fuels it.
Hours pass, a new man joins the group. He feels suspicion, and keeps an eye on him.
A day passes, pain and anger swells. Attack, axe meets flesh, before a truce is called.
Another day, and a town in sight. Fear creeps in at the sight of the fog, but he doesn’t dare say. He drowns it in wrath to keep his foot steps confident.
More days pass. The wind rushes past his head. Open panic sets in as he see’s the ground rapidly approaching. His faithful steed rapidly approaching. Won’t make it in time. Impact and pain are all he knows.
Time marches on and people to be saved. The words in his heart come from his mouth, his golden standard ablaze for all to see. Hearts swayed and emotions flared as he becomes a leader of men.
Out of the hedge, but all to quickly back in. This time to battle. To wrath, to ruin. Over the wall, to the leader. Nothing else matters, his focus is tight. His axe rises and falls, soon a path is made.
Fire burns him, but not enough. No fire on his skin could match the fire in his heart. The enemy defeated. Finally rest bite is earned.
He hears the fingers snap as the man cries out in pain. Anger flares, the Keepers that caused this grim necessity must be punished.
Terror fills his heart. The knowledge that it’s magic does nothing. Nearly his heat is overcome, but the words of his brothers push him.
The sight of blood and the heat of anger. Words bellow forth and demands made, threats issued. All is drowned out, only his rage can be felt.
Once again, terror grips him. Prisoners lost, mistakes made. Anger rises again to replace the fear. Duty to be done.
Explanations given, words shared, pledges made. Still anger grips him, but no choice now.
Finally, sleep comes. And he would go through it all again, just to avoid the face that fills his dreams.
Hours pass, a new man joins the group. He feels suspicion, and keeps an eye on him.
A day passes, pain and anger swells. Attack, axe meets flesh, before a truce is called.
Another day, and a town in sight. Fear creeps in at the sight of the fog, but he doesn’t dare say. He drowns it in wrath to keep his foot steps confident.
More days pass. The wind rushes past his head. Open panic sets in as he see’s the ground rapidly approaching. His faithful steed rapidly approaching. Won’t make it in time. Impact and pain are all he knows.
Time marches on and people to be saved. The words in his heart come from his mouth, his golden standard ablaze for all to see. Hearts swayed and emotions flared as he becomes a leader of men.
Out of the hedge, but all to quickly back in. This time to battle. To wrath, to ruin. Over the wall, to the leader. Nothing else matters, his focus is tight. His axe rises and falls, soon a path is made.
Fire burns him, but not enough. No fire on his skin could match the fire in his heart. The enemy defeated. Finally rest bite is earned.
He hears the fingers snap as the man cries out in pain. Anger flares, the Keepers that caused this grim necessity must be punished.
Terror fills his heart. The knowledge that it’s magic does nothing. Nearly his heat is overcome, but the words of his brothers push him.
The sight of blood and the heat of anger. Words bellow forth and demands made, threats issued. All is drowned out, only his rage can be felt.
Once again, terror grips him. Prisoners lost, mistakes made. Anger rises again to replace the fear. Duty to be done.
Explanations given, words shared, pledges made. Still anger grips him, but no choice now.
Finally, sleep comes. And he would go through it all again, just to avoid the face that fills his dreams.
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