The Spirit of the sword There was a war on, Darius had known about this for centuries, however, it kept largely to itself and didn’t bother him too much as they tended to kill each other and usually didn’t leave too much collateral damage in its wake. This was about to change though. Darius had
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Crash A muffled cry was what slowly roused her. She sluggishly opened her eyes, trying to locate the source of that noise. When she had pin pointed it, she realised it was directly underneath her. Moving proved difficult, excessively painful in fact. Then she realised there was a metal rod protruding from her left leg.
The girl who lived 4 words had been on her mind for what felt like forever, ‘The girl who lived’. As much as she wanted to, these words would not fade from her memory. Dóchas was the old Irish word for Hope. What did that even mean, Hope, she had lost any sense of that