war

Someone awoke. Glittering eyes, white shirt, khaki pants, gray hoodie and blonde hair. "W-who am I?" he asked. "Your name is Silver." Spoke the girl. "You shall be safe in Zorros as long as you can catch up. We need loyal members." "But," I start, "What is your name?" "My name..." the girl says...

"Yep, we had all the forces of Asmund. We still died." Xovious looked up from polishing his sword. I wondered why he even bothered if it was to be stained with enemy blood by the end of the week. It seemed that as High King, skill was just as important as impressions. "You're unusually...