Kolath
Pulsar
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
Fryan rushed through the halls praying that what he had heard wasnâ??t true or that he wouldnâ??t be too late. A troop of the princeâ??s personal guard was on his heels waiting for orders from him, the prince of Malichor, but none were coming. He was focused his mind reaching out to her feeling her fear and knowing in a instant that he was almost out of time. His eyes snapped shut and suddenly he appeared five feet behind the men that were attacking his love. It still wasnâ??t soon enough even as his rapier struck through the back of one of the men another brought his sword down hard cutting through the neck of the woman he loved. She was dead in a instant and in the next so were her murders. As his guards finally came around the corner they found the prince kneeling beside his love weeping openly and swearing to find the man that had ordered this and kill them.
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He was panting hard in bed sitting up a almost wild look in his eye. His mind calmed quickly but his breathing remained rapid as did his heart. It had been twenty years since that night and still he was plagued by nightmares of losing her. his hand combed through his thick amber gold locks pushing them back from his face. He needed to find a way to get rid of the life that he had lostâ?¦stop it from plaguing him and let him continue his current life.
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He was panting hard in bed sitting up a almost wild look in his eye. His mind calmed quickly but his breathing remained rapid as did his heart. It had been twenty years since that night and still he was plagued by nightmares of losing her. his hand combed through his thick amber gold locks pushing them back from his face. He needed to find a way to get rid of the life that he had lostâ?¦stop it from plaguing him and let him continue his current life.