I wiped the blood of the last guardian of my sword. When it was clean I sheaved it, and turned to look at the young man. He barely had a beard, I thought about the life he could have had, while the priests dragged his body away to join the others. Like the rest of us he had given everything for the ritual. The Bishop came over to congratulate me,
(
Read more... )
Comments 15
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
~karmasoup
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment