The battle of Londel was over, the dust had begun to settle as the rain softly pelted the bodies lying on the muddy ground that was once a lush green pasture full of life. Each body split open and torn apart spread upon the land covering nearly all of it, their blood ran together in a pool of death and despair each victim murdered by brothers and fathers. The silence of it all was deafing as the king of the northern lands stood leaning against his horse; Silver.
He stood there bloody and bruised, but a smile gleamed upon his face, “Another victory my love,” he whispered to his wife.
Queen Alana look around at the mess of her people and so many other as she walked up to the King Claude and vowed “Death my husband has never be known to take sides, our people died for you and you shall die for them.” She pulled a dagger from her green satin sleeve and plunged it into his chest striking his heart.
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Beautiful tragedy
HorrorYou are not born you always were and always will be only your body is born. You are your soul and your soul is just a bunch of atoms from beginning of time stuck together who form you and in this you are incarnated into whatever the universe decides...
