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Not a GodI do not wish to be a god
whose existence ends with the beliefs
of those who worship them,
but rather a man who stands by his own power.
I do not want to be a being that cannot die
Who loses everything to the enemy named time
For I would rather bleed and fade away
My only legacy the dirt beneath mortals' feet
Hael's History: The BeginningSnow is falling heavily as a man exited a small cabin on the outskirts of a town a long way north from the lands of the Knights Errant. He is carrying a small figure wrapped in thick blankets to a wagon with a large Shire set to pull. The man carefully sets the figure down in the back after making sure she was comfortable. He stands and heads back towards the house, checking the saddle on a dark bay mare on his way before walking inside. He exits again carrying a large satchel and is followed by another woman who heads towards the wagon as the man starts to mount the mare.
"Hael" the second woman says as she climbs into the wagon, her brow creased in worry.
The man turns his head to look at the woman as he sits easily atop the mare, named Shadow. His deep blue eyes are hard to read as he stares into his mother's eyes, which are so light a blue as to be easily mistaken for as white. Her eyes are filled with worry as she w
I am but a Simple BirdI am a plain bird who has seen the world
I have no fancy plumage
Or awe inspiring swoop
But I have seen the world
Its many different colors and shapes
The different landscapes and ocean views
And I would rather be here and there
Or even way over that way,
And seeing all of the different things
Than basking in the favored sight
Of those who would watch me
Sitting in a cage or some other trapped place
Fidelis and Tundra, First Lit MissionThe sun was nowhere to be seen as the sky was filled with deep black clouds. Many of the riders hoped that the day's training objective of completing an obstacle course throughout the Errant's land would be canceled. It was a vain hope, the commanders had told the many complaining knights that the weather wasn't always going to be sunshine and rainbows when the deceivers decided to make a move.
Wrapped in a heavy cloak Fidelis stepped out of the shelter of the stables onto a ground that was dry but would most likely not be that way soon. With a sigh her gray eyes turned to Tundra as the mare approached her side, the ritari's steel eyes calm and confident. Then, with a practiced movement Fidelis grabbed the reins and swung herself up into the saddle, her cloak whipping around her figure like the wings of a crow before settling around her tall frame.
Once seated, Fidelis urged Tundra into a steady walk down the road. Ahead of her she
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