April 19, 2013 § Leave a comment
She went with a smile, embracing her end of days. He grabbed her hand a placed it in his. God-like locks laid calmly in the grass and the expression on her face appeared at peace. He stood armed with a new kind of hope and resolve. He saddled his stallion for the last time, gently praising the powerful and magnificent creature. He trotted off, slow at first, toward their tents. He gripped his sword with unmeasurable strength and drew it from its sheath. And into the shadows of the valley of death he galloped, craving more than just their blood.