The Champion In Black
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Last published Wed, Jul 19, 2017
When times darken, a Champion must rise.
A young man had drive to succeed in the things he planned for and sought after. To buy a house for the woman he loved. To serve in the King's Guard and to own a shop in town and to live a nice quiet life after his service to the king. The young man would learn to fight and to kill at the king's command. War sat on the horizon and the kingdom grew worried at the increase of The Black Plague.
But fate had many other plans for this young man . A choice would have to be made and fate would weave his webs. People say Heroes are born. But Heroes are also created. Some with fame and luck. Some with guile and agility. But some are also made with blood, pain and tears. Not all knights wear shiny armor. Some must rust to shine.
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