Twas long ago, in the depths of the sands of time, where in I was once more thrown into a great battle, against ancient foes, spawned by an even more ancient grudge.
And there I was, battling my great foe, our swords clashed, the sparks upon our edged blades, enchanted forged, and rune encrusted like jewels of starlight upon the blazing red field that was that burning sky, WRETCHED was the fierce tumult. And even more wretched was our hatred, as it manifested into its own will, our wondrous blades cracked, and dulled. Each blow more powerful than the next. EACH BLOW MORE ANGRY! Every nerve in our body was enflammed with the single desire, of death for the opposer, death for the other side, DEATH, DEATH, DEATH! They chanted. Like some choir of hell, singing our requiem of doom, and singing our blood filled fates together like an abominable tapestry of horror and war!
And as we fought in that last hour, the skies grew dark as the clouds of smoke and ash filled the air, each grain of dust choking out lungs, and each bead of sweat that poured from our faces carried with them a measure of blood. And it was then that I got the upper hand. As I tripped him, and I jumped upon him, prepared to delve my now dull and useless steel into his heart! To deal to him the death blow long ago made his due!
And as I looked up...the world seemed to halt, and time itself seemed to freeze! As I gazed upon a terror not seen by the likes of Hell of Heaven born!
I could only stand in fear and a frozen expression of doom, my face contorted and my eyes wide with the adreniline that surged through my body.
Fore out of the gloom and shadowed fog came soaring toward my crown encased head....a kitten...mewing in its perlious and deadly flight with the word "Elenai" shaved into its bossom.
-Elenai Elenya Mewing Tela Epicae-
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