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He could feel himself growing drowsy.
Fatigue he had outrun the past two seasons found him with effortless precision.
Some say it was the revealing words that escaped his slumbering lips that called for mercy.
She gently pressed her cold lips to his forehead.
She produced the small metal box he was certain had been lost days before.
Her head titled slightly to the left, a bit amused by his unfruitful attempt at hiding.
With a muffled thud, she cracked the novice seal on the keeping box.
The scent of dried flowers greeted her ancient nostrils.
She pressed her trembling fingers through the humble collection of mortal affections.
The faded yellow flower yielded cracking petals.
The ash covered stone revealed a feint odor of fire.
The dusty river stone had lost it's mossy luster.
For being a recent monarch of the hills, his humble collection of personal belongings were questionable to the untrained spirit.
Hers was as old as the hills themselves.
He turned in his bed of broken branches and fresh leaves.
She smiled again and placed the simple box by his head before standing over him.
She could sense the anger infused in his young soul.
She could feel the confusion that coursed through his veins.
The recent poisoning of his sidhe brethren had stirred a darkness he had never experienced before.
The new powers easily settled into placed, the turmoil brought on by the recent relapse, destroyed; the land slumbered in new found respite.
It had grown too quiet.
Something sinister lay simmering just under the surface. She wanted to warn him, but her time grew limited.
The sun would come again, and so would the moon.
With the light, comes shadows.
Soon still.
S
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The general who advances without seeking fame and retreats without fearing disgrace, whose only thought is to protect his country and do service for his sovereign, is the jewel of his kingdom. -Sun Wu
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