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1. Quaerere
They called her 'Bellator est mors' because no one knew her real name. They called her The Death Warrior, The Summoner of Death, The Lost Warrior. There were many names, but none could amount to her fierceness. She was a shadow among them when she was there and now, now she was a whisper among the trees. She was a silent gesture among friends. She was unspoken, but was a breath in everyone who sought out the end of this Kleptocracy. No one alive had seen her, for she had vanished into thin air in a wisp of trees. She was gone, bound to return. She was lost, bound to be found. She was fierce, bound to succumb.
If she didn't want to be found, none could see her.
She was but a silent stone settling in all of our stomachs. She was the hope we sought out but could never find. She was the inner strength we tried so hard to vie for but could never use. She was everything and nothing all at once because she was gone.
Until I.
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-Vera
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The Lost Bellator
FantasyShe was a legend. She was a story whispered around a campfire. She was a long lost warrior. She was our savior. She was our safe haven; She is a legend. She is a story whispered around a campfire. She is a long lost warrior. She is our savior. She i...
