Kahlo. Spring. 1348.
"It creeps over the land; a dark hand reaching into villages and towns, claiming all. Rich or poor, nobody is safe! It's coming for you in a huge cloud of darkness, breathe it in and you will be dead! Dead!"
No one paid attention to these warnings. 'A load of old codswallop,' was what my mother told us when we mentioned the strange person from the market that day.
Maybe the Earl and Countess knew then what was coming, maybe they didn't, but none of us regular folk knew before it was too late.
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Goodbye to the Knight✔️
Historical Fiction[COMPLETED] "We lock eyes and even at this distance I see the fire burning within, his power radiating outwards sending fear into the hearts of those opposing him. His jaw is taut but his motions are as fluid as a cat playing with its prey. The scar...
