Heshian Gelder had been a templar of the Diassian Church for twenty years. In the twenty years since; hed taught young men everything hed learned during that time, in hopes that maybe just maybe a few of them would live to see even half the life span he had.
The holy war between the Diassian Empire and the heathen realm of the Shauren had been a flame that seared the lands between the two countries for nearly three hundred years. Generations had been born and died knowing only bloodshed, warfare, and despair. It was a way of life now, and no matter how much the civilians of both countries might wish for peace, there was none to be had.
Perhaps every generation felt the war was at its worst during their life time, but something made Hesh think that this truly was the worst it had ever been. The Shauren witches, known as Tori, led their armies of puppet soldiers against the Diassians time and again with a viciousness that hadnt been there to witn
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Vicktus leaned silently in the doorway.
She didn't turn towards him, but he knew she was aware of him. It was strange how comfortable he'd become with their mutual awareness of each other. It was the most natural thing in the world now... how anyone could think it was unnatural was beyond him. Shouldn't a soldier be aware of his leader and vice versa? Shouldn't lovers- he killed that thought before he allowed it to finish. She wasn't his lover and if he dwelled on that for any amount of time he wasn't sure what his reaction would be.
King huh? Hell of a proposal... Sarra murmured quietly, her fingers gently flipping through the glass discs of recorded music.
The Bishops will never allow it. Hell the cardinal just about had a heart seizure when she mentioned it.
Something tells me she's not really concerned.
Yeah... guess not. Lolann's always been a rebel behind her paragon facade.
Sarra nodded, but said nothing... He wished he knew what w