The smell of morning dew and fresh rain hung in the air over the large, open field. The sun was just beginning to come up over the Drake mountain ranges. A slight breeze made it's way through the small valley, blowing up leaves and other debris. Up on the highest hill within the valley he stood. Clad in silverish blue plate armor, he held the hilt
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