Tired
"...Our Code of Chivarlry makes harsh demands."- Sir Myles, p36, "Alanna The First Adventure"
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Bruised and bloody, gasping for air. Crushed and defeated, blinded by pain. Darkness closing in . No flash-backs or white light, only pain, blood, darkness. Waiting. Waiting for the final cut.
Cold eyes staring. Hard, uncompassionate eyes, devoid of mercy. Precise hands wiping blood from blade and placing it in it's sheath. Slow footsteps moving away.
No final cut would ever come, just a slow and painful darkness, all alone, until tired lungs can breathe no more.
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Please R&R
DT