Blood Flame
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Chapter 1
It was a cold winter night colder then young tragoul has seen in his young elven life. As he steped out in to the fresh fallen snow. His eyes tryed to focus on the camp fire burning brightly. His armor feeling heavy on his body. The cold a chilled his longs as othen eleves sang of the coming battle. His light blue eyes shined like the stars in the winter night sky. A voice called out tragoul it was tratius is long life friend she stood there her hair flowed on the winter wind . Well tragoul i see your finally a wake. As she giggled . He longed to feel her touch . But he could never have her for his house was deemed unfit . A blight on the elvish race long ago his family where dragomir child of the red death a race of elves that had dragon blood in their vain not true elves riders of death whispers would call out.He felt the shame of his family line. How do you change your stars he asked her as he grabed his bow and blades.
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