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Allium Bellator

Allium Bellator

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"I've always seen others as quite inferior to me. It appeared when I grew a bit older. I started to see that people were very sensitive to others and that it made them weak. This made me despise others. I do understand why people would, perhaps for love, for money or even for glory go to such ways. Yet, it seems that our ancestors did not bequeath such weakness to us. How did the ancients fight to obtain freedom when most of the population is now unable to even hold a sword, even a dagger. The land I live in is one of wonder and madness, adventure, and tranquility. My tale is one of a man who is but a simple soldier. A man who fought for what he believed."
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