Heart of Sun
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Payne, the stories' protagonist, will not only experience great power, struggles that may beat him to a pulp, and horrors no one has ever dreamt of witnessing. But he will also watch his first love die in his arms in a terrible war. Not only within himself, but with the dangers that surround him and his entire bloodline. Hopefully, he can find his only hope at a better life.
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"No way they let you in." A man spoke. he looked like he stood at about 6'3 and was built like a tank. Payne, who wasn't too far from the man when it came to physique, was only 5'4. "You're too small. Are they trying to put you up for failure?"
"Are you scared I'll beat you?" Payne spoke, his deadpanned expression prominent with the way he stood. His chest poked out, arms crossed, and his head atilt. For some reason, despite his height he looked like he worked hard. The taller man was a little taken aback, not expecting him to have any kind of back bone. Of course, he looked like he could lift a few men at once, but the man was short. No way he was fit for the military.
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STORY BY @kveaf/@kveaff
ART BY: @drascion and @kveaf
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