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and again he stood up. again he raised his sword and ran head first into battle. again he recived new wounds before the last could heal. again and again. untill the day the sun and moon shared the sky and the 4 horsemen came down from their hills and pierced the warrior through the heart with an arrow as black as the night, yet shone brighter than the sun itself.

and opon that day the battle weary warrior put down his blood soaked blade and left the battlefield he had come to love and to which he never intended to return to. but he might, one day.