Commander Kevin Love, Lord of the Damned, trekked along slowly ahead of his fellow Cavaliers across the Eastern Territories back toward Old Cleveland after a particularly brutal stretch of battles in which they barely escaped with their lives. There weren't enough horses to go around so he lent his steed to the young lord Jordan Clarkson, The Hare. The tip of his sword dragged on the ground as he limped along, leaving a line in the dirt behind him. As the sun set and the chill of the eastern darkness began to set in, Clarkson called out to Love in desperation.
"What are we even doing, Lord Love? Have the gods put us here just to suffer? Just to keep Lord James' honor intact?"
Love maintained his forward gaze and grunted back at Clarkson.
"Stay the course, young one. In times of glory and agony both, we must stay the course."
Clarkson kicked his horse ahead and stopped in front of Love, blocking his path forward.
"Open your eyes and look at these men, my lord. Why should we fight in times of such darkness when there's nothing to fight for? King James has forsaken us, left our house to rot for the rest of time. How could he do this to us? How could he do this to you??"
With labored breath, Love looked down at the ground for a moment then back up at Clarkson and responded.
"I know it is hard for you to understand right now young lord, but King James left our city at the time he did for a reason and there is still a role for us to play. We just need to stay alive..."
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NBA Fanfiction Collection (2018-2019)
FanfictionThis is a collection of stories I post in the comment sections of NBA highlight videos on Youtube. They are fanfictions involving NBA players living in a fantasy world. Game of Thrones is definitely an influence on this. I come up with a storyline...
