One day on a summers morn, on a cliff overlooking the countryside, a tall stranger stands alone. Clad in armour black as the abyss, a silver dragon fly’s across his chest proudly, his flowing cape blows aside revealing a large blade… despite all this, a strange feeling of comfort and warmth flows from the shadow like a dark river. From the valley below, a cry of help pierces the warrior like an arrow to the heart, he steps into the shadows, and disappears. He is a mere memory to those he saves, but to those who would bring harm to the innocent, he is a nightmare from which there is no escape.
 Reivan The Drow · Sun Jul 30, 2006 @ 09:11pm · 1 Comments |
