Two darkened hearts were to become one, but they were separated by the threads of Fate.
Now they find themselves stranded in a cold, hostile world alongside only a handful of survivors, ruled over by a dark, omnipresent force.
Though they are not to...
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O Golden knight of eternal slumber
O son of Thalor
May you hear my words
You are but a babe with a sickle thinking you to reap men.
O fool with countless prides
O relic of past times
Boast now as cowards run for their blood
O golden knight
O statue of hate
May your soul be forged in death
O Nemenera
May you rest
-Theris, the Bloodied, 5th Year of the Age of Blue Moon
Author's Note: Welcome to the end of the very first story arc! I so hope you enjoyed it, and I want to give a HUGE shout-out and thank-you to the incredibly talented GroverSWojtczak who wrote this poem. I've had so much fun writing this story so far, and I want to let you all know to stay tuned in, there's plenty more to come :D
