I needed to make a choice. Either I could intervene in this massacre, or I could turn around and return to a land that may not want me around much longer. Reaching down to pick up a somewhat unused sword from a body, I noticed an insignia emblazoned along the front of the corpse's leather chestplate. It resembled a sword pointed down, with a half-sun shining above it. A memory rushed to the forefront of my mind: a page in some book in the Academy's library, showing that exact insignia as the mark of Triton. Of course there would be Tritonian soldiers in the pass; if was a major border trail between their land and that of the Kyrlund. Yet, the Freehold Confederacy had worked with Triton to trick Bovica during the final stages of the rebellion. Bovica's rival nation obviously desired the Kyrlund for themselves, but an outright conflict between a group who allied with them only a short time prior would be seen by many as dishonorable. And if there was one thing the leaders of
Welcome to Chronical, my name is Kanah and this is my personal blog. You may know me online as the user Manhattan.
"The only way forward is through darkness"
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