It has long been written of times to come,
times that betray time and days that summon pain and age that bleeds solitude.
A time of great pant and thirst for the unknown,
a time when the known and the unknown are feared equally,
a time when the skies shut their light from the earth,
a time when death is sought after.
Then will the high council of nature and sentinels of life sit,
and inquire of he who a contract was signed with at the beginning of creation,
to resume the balance which has long been tilted.
But until then, he who walks must speak freely of the tongue of creation and death,
and he must be dead to live again.
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THE FOUR REASONS TO DIE sentinel chronicles #2
Fantasy'I am he who must bring the death of the other, my blood will quench the last ray of hope and my life force, dark it is, shall reign in place of balance. I am what will continue to be, for my life is yours for the taking and my will, immeasurable to...
