I've come in wake of an upheaval, Soldiers home grown have gone off to spare with his majesty's men...it's like watching a game of chess being played with wooden and sliver spoons respectively. But those boys have youthful passion, they learn fast and heal quickly when bruised. I'm watching over three young men currently. They were shielding a young girl from a cavalry of five as they danced a circle around them. Beasts with heavy hooves able to shatter the bone. Gentle creatures at heart . Dear Lord, I pry for fast healing and quick death one of my charges his lips brim over with blood, eyes as white as marble,yet he lives...Amen
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The Angel's Trumpet
FantasyDelysia Jones The patron Saint of Rebellion. Of those who pray to her, those who awake in the night staring into the eyes of a dead king weighing on their chest, those who sail in blood and bury luxury within the earth. Pray to her when war wages...
