

Battlefield. Pt 1.The battlefield around me was strewn with the decaying bodies of soldiers, some who had been companions in life. The others were the enemies. The bad guys. The ones who made us live by this "kill or be killed" motto. Surrounded by the remainder of my squadron... well, perhaps "surrounded" isn't the proper word, considering there were only three of us left. I, the smartest, and also the one with the quickest temper and reflexes, hiding behind this makeshift cover made out of what was left of the wall which once stood proudly here. Next to me, the archer, the one with the quickest hands and the quickest eye, stood with his bow pointed skyward,Battlefield. Pt 1.
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So zetta slow!
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The wind that tries decides the destiny of your life.
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Never stop trying... no matter the odds.
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This is now a link.
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FAIL THE UNFAILABLE.
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Never stop trying... no matter the odds.
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So zetta slow!
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