Blood.
Momentous ire.
Sinister enemies.
The winner was always the fighter. That was the truth I lived by these days.
So that was what I did tonight, as well.
I fought.
And I would keep on fighting until every victory was mine. Because the winner was the fighter, and no one could convince me otherwise.
"ENOUGH!" I screamed at the soldiers behind me, and even those forever erased from existence would yearn to come back to life. Just for a minute. Just to experience the thrill of triumph.
I breathed in the smoke. I breathed out the images of tonight's battle.
The winner
was
the fighter.
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FOR THE ABANDONED KINGDOM | BOOK 2
FantasyThis is not treachery. This is freedom. In the middle of Heaven and Hell, the days of rain and mist are long gone. Now, the Gap World is a kingdom of light and darkness, goodness and evilness, sunshine and clouds. When clandestine forces weave toget...