1. Untitled - Aruthir
I clutch my spear so hard my knuckles are white.
I don't know why.
I want to throw it away, to run, to scream, to cry...
I do nothing.
The army that charges towards us, shining as brilliant and bright and brutal as a thunderstorm...
I am transfixed.
I close my eyes, and hope that if the Dark Lord is watching that he will forgive me...
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