I pulled the arrows from my chest with my own hands. You should have sent soldiers after me, to
make sure I was dead. But the vengeance
of my people won’t let me die until you are repaid. My wounds are deep; they may kill me, but not
until you’re dead.
My own soldiers found me, unconscious, clinging to a limb of
a dead tree. They promised to fight with
me. That’s true loyalty. But you wouldn’t know what that is. You haven’t had to bleed to save another.
I am coming for you, my master.
Do you remember fear?
Ooooh snap.. this is good.
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ReplyDeleteso good! I love this story, so dark and powerful.
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