The Emissary
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- Votos 49
- Partes 49
(1200 AD, in the village of Defnascir)
I looked up to see that stupid, ugly blood-red flag that was waving in the wind, taunting me.
"What do you want us to do with it, Sir?" Without looking, I could tell that my second in command was worried and confused at what the flag meant.
"No, don't do anything to it." My eyes strained from staring at the flag for so long. " Do you know what the red flag means in our culture Greyson?"
I then looked at him to see that his eyes were filled with fear. I have heard many meanings of the red flag," Greyson said, shaking his head. "But something tells me that those meanings are wrong sir."
"In our culture," I said as I lifted my hand to point at that ugly, red flag. "It means death."
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