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   With both heroes lunging at each other it was an epic battle to behold. Two famed warriors of equally great skill,meeting on the battlefield of blood and ash with only one of them being able to leave. She had a task to stop him on his way,to stop him from reaching the capital. Life or death,that was her goal and she will live to fulfil it but..but she was facing a desperate man. A man who has seen too much death and suffering,who saw all that he cares about parish and everyone he cares about die. He had nothing left,nothing left to live for and he had nothing to loose. He had to reach the capital and make them pay.    As they lunged at each other the steel of their weapons met. The clanking was heard echoing all across the battlefield. Hot shining sparks,as if little stars of this war were coming from the clash the heroes faced. The attacks and the clashes between two heroes were relentless. It seemed like they both met their match and they both would not g...

   He plunged the blade deep in his heart.He twisted the cold dark steel. Blood was pouring everywhere like a warm sticky tar. He was covered in it. An animal,a beast. He slayed the enemy but it was just the beginning for the growing monster inside him. He was boiling,furious. The menacing force inside him was growing by the second and it demanded the sacrifice,blood. The blood of the enemies,kill them all,slay them and show them what it is like to pick a fight with the desperate man. He pulled the blade out of the still warm corpse and dragged it behind him,leaving nothing but destruction,death and the pile of cold bodies.    On the way home,with his weapon dragging across the ashy cold dry earth,the earth which has seen so much fighting and death,he kept thinking about the man’s face. That twisted contorted grimace of a hopeless desperate man crying for help and clinging to life only to have it taken away by a shadow blocking out the sun. They deserv...

   Next time I woke up,I felt a cold hard chain on my neck. It was dragging,weighing me down as if I was an animal, out of bounds . I had to be trapped,punished. The chain was cold hard steel,I could not move much and either way,I was bruised,hurting,wounded. It felt like the end of days,for me at least. I opened my eyes and saw the beast. That’s what it seemed like. It was his hound. On a leash but oh so close to my face. I could tell the animal was starving,it was angry,it was ready to tear me apart,into tiny pieces only to swallow them up at once. The beast was snarling,drooling,angry,barking at me..I could not put a fight,show any emotion. I was exhausted after what he did to me. Why did he do it?Who was he?What did he want from me and why me in the first place?Speak of the devil…    There he was..A shadowy tall figure,the hand holding the beast back.All I could see is his silhouette. A tall lanky slim man,what seemed to be like he was dressed in a ...