Blood drips from my frost-encased sword, forming a crimson blossom - TopicsExpress



          

Blood drips from my frost-encased sword, forming a crimson blossom upon the ice; my limbs cold, becoming as one with the massing snows, my eyes nearly frozen closed. For how long had we travelled? The memory grows dim, lost in the cruel, searing storm-winds. And now, at last our quest is at an end, with the blessings of the elders we began our journey beyond the great veil of shadowed glaciers. They spoke of a prophecy foretold, an ancient and glorious legacy!
Posted on: Sat, 16 Aug 2014 10:48:11 +0000

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