Some say we are the villains because we've killed and will continue to kill many. We worship death himself and use his image as our clothing and weapons. We dress as this entity, wearing long, black robes with hoods covering our faces. Our weapon of choice is the scythe. Our main battle tactic is fear, that's why we dress and act like such a being, because he strikes fear in everything that walks. But others call us heroes, because we don't kill for sport, amusement or hatred. We kill for protection of ourselves, others and this great land. We are known as the reapers.
I, alongside my friend since birth, are the leaders of the anonymous, ancient group, the reapers, and we use 2 scythes instead of one, like the rest of our group and our scythes are pure silver with a silver skull where the blade and handle meet.
Pyrrhos and I, the great Photios, have been alongside each other since birth. Our mothers were birthing us in the same hut at the same time and the village elder deemed us partners for life and that's what we've been. When we were young we created our own "sacred" handshake that only us two share. It represents our bond and respect for each other. Before we go into battle we do our handshake for good luck and it's a way of saying goodbye, just in case.
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The Grim Ages
Historical FictionSet in the early 400 B.C. of Europe, there was a mysterious, secret group named the Reapers. Fall in love with this tale of friendship, action, and combat.
