For the start or for the end?The grass was so high that the weight of it had been bent over and it crunched under Evandor's heavy boots as he walked across the cemetery lawn. There was no sound but that of his shoes and the now senseless singing of birds. Once I thought they sang for joy, Erandor thought. I now know I was wrong. They sing because they have don't know how not to. He had walked over a mile, before realizing where he was going. It was strange the way his mind and body now kept secrets from his consciousness. It had been that way since the battle. But he'd travelled here directly and fast. How long had it been since I'd last come here? It must ofFor the start or for the end?
Jason's Story: ProphetThe Prophet. Dedication: I dedicate this book to my Mum for all she's done for me. Hopefully saying her name here, will make her forget all the food I've eaten over the years. Chapter 1: The Jolly Hog Inn. It all started on a dark, windy winter night, when cold gales blew through the trees, thunder echoed in the distance and rain burst from huge black clouds in the sky above. Noah cursed as he travelled along the lonely road to Morcane. He was tired and hungry, and his clothes were soaked through by the harsh weather. The bags on his back were heavy and he was exhausted.Jason's Story: Prophet
He looked at the wooden gate in the dista
Leaving DA - Not really a surprise.
Neutral
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It takes spite to point many wrongs in another man
It takes courage to place them upon oneself.
Yer noticed you've been gone, welcome back!
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~ Jason! ~
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It takes spite to point many wrongs in another man
It takes courage to place them upon oneself.
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~ Jason! ~
Or at least I dont think I do.
XD
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~ Jason! ~
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~ Jason! ~
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