The Lost Bellator

She 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 is our safe haven.

Our warrior has returned.
And she has returned with a vengeance.

They called her The Caller of Death, The Summoner of Death, The Bellator est mors. She was but only a whisper in these dark times. A name called out but quickly covered from fear of repercussions. No one spoke her name anymore, no one dared to call on the great death warrior. No one was willing to look for her for fear of losing their life.
Arlaige was willing. He was willing to find her. He was willing to die to find her. He needed her. She was the only thing that could save his people. She was the only one who could destroy the corrupt kingdom and make it new.
But what he didn't know was that she was destroyed herself. He didn't know that she had no one to save.
She fought because she didn't have anything else to live for.
She fought for no one, not even herself.

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Dystopian Novel.

Highest rank: #1 in bellator