". . . With spikes and whips
his blood descends like rain
his screams fill the dawn with ire and pain.
With his final breaths
He curses the crowd
He has no regret
With promises vowed
for they will not forget
As he turns to ash
And spitefully, he laughs
Laughs to his death. . . "
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Avenger's Pathe
FantasySuilai F'haren knows nothing which goes on beyond the peaks of The Eye and is perfectly content to leave it be. Skilled in the arts of combat and magic, there are not many (she thinks) which can compare to her skill. Until, one autumn morning she e...
