He lay before me, a broken man. The great glimmer in his eyes, lost. The strong hands that, at one time, were so heavy now lay shriveled, limp. His voice. O’ his voice. Once it could spark revolution in the heart of the weakest man, now barely a whisper.
How could you have fallen, my friend, my idol? How could you have fallen? You wronged the gods, so they build you up into this paragon, only to rip you asunder. Cruel.
Now it is my turn, friend. I’ll take your spirit on. Let the gods do their worst, but I won’t die as you do. No, not I.
I’ve neglected this blog! I’m so sorry! Here’s some freestyle storytelling!
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Long long ago! In a land far far away there lived a Mango King, presiding over a great a Mango Kingdom. One day the enemy came. War. This was its season. The mangos fought to the very last peele… but I ate em….
I didn’t say it would be good. Two classes before spring break, gimme a break :) Expect something better in the next few days!