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-Grand Reward-
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-Grand Reward- JN 2005 Fyrborn
The mist of sorrow rolls by in the deep darkness of night.
The cold chilling wind blows through the the trees of the forest.
A hero stumbles through the pain of his life.
Through the trees of end and the mist of forgotten.
A great dark misting forest of stone raises up before the hero.
He stumbles to a limp to a crawl,before long he is dragging himself through the dirt with his wartorn hands.
His breath falters,it nears,the end.
In the grass behind him lays his world,the things he worked for,the things that changed for the better.
The hero grasps a tomb,realizing it is his own.
remembering his life before,his eyes go cold and his hands go limp.
With his last breath,as he slumps to the ground,alone.
He speaks"it was worth it".
The cold wind of lonlieness blows through the trees of steel and over the body of man.
Heros will come and go,but there will always be a world for them and lives for them to protect.
So in the end,this is the heros.
Grand reward...
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