Tragius knelt on a ledge just below the snow line. Nearly a million men were arranged below him. It was a marvelous sight to see, even after all these years. When he'd started he'd had less then ten thousand. His armies and influence had only grown over nearly fifteen years of hard conflict. Men had flocked to the banner of the Peregrin like he'd never imagined. He only hoped that he would come back to lead them.
"What are your orders, my Lord?"
Tragius stood and glanced back. Phellentius stood at attention, the epitome of military discipline. He was dressed in Tragius' colors, bright green and subdued grey. A diving falcon embos
Kat had to be put down today.
We were heading north along highway 304 when we were ambushed. Perfect killzone. Five of our men were dead before we knew what was happening. I thought we were dead for sure, but then Kat threw up some sort of barrier. It stopped everything they were throwing at us, giving us just enough time to get to cover amongst the wreaked cars. I started yelling orders to return fire, but then I looked over at Kat.
She'd taken cover behind one of those old pickup trucks. The thing looked like it had been on it's last legs before it had been riddled with bullet holes and heaven knows what else. She was concentrating. Hard.
Why can't I sleep?
Why do incriminating thoughts slip into my head, unwanted?
Why do memories of misdeeds recriminate, drag me down the banks of despair?
Worst of all, why do you, little firefly, hover so close, so far?
Do you come to save, to pull me from this well of melancholy?
To watch as I sink deeper into hopelessness?
To plunge me deeper into regret?
Fly away, little firefly, for you taunt me with your closeness.
Fly away, dear firefly, I do not wish to know what portents your presence brings.
Fly away.
Fly away.
Fly away.
The light you bring only shows me my own wretchedness.
Tragius knelt on a ledge just below the snow line. Nearly a million men were arranged below him. It was a marvelous sight to see, even after all these years. When he'd started he'd had less then ten thousand. His armies and influence had only grown over nearly fifteen years of hard conflict. Men had flocked to the banner of the Peregrin like he'd never imagined. He only hoped that he would come back to lead them.
"What are your orders, my Lord?"
Tragius stood and glanced back. Phellentius stood at attention, the epitome of military discipline. He was dressed in Tragius' colors, bright green and subdued grey. A diving falcon embos
Kat had to be put down today.
We were heading north along highway 304 when we were ambushed. Perfect killzone. Five of our men were dead before we knew what was happening. I thought we were dead for sure, but then Kat threw up some sort of barrier. It stopped everything they were throwing at us, giving us just enough time to get to cover amongst the wreaked cars. I started yelling orders to return fire, but then I looked over at Kat.
She'd taken cover behind one of those old pickup trucks. The thing looked like it had been on it's last legs before it had been riddled with bullet holes and heaven knows what else. She was concentrating. Hard.
Hullo. The most important thing that you need to know about me is that I give lamas rather than reply to comments. That is all.
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