04-11-2003, 06:07
The grass stode tall and glissering, the icy green lustre floated off the blades and drifted in the spring air. Lord Ivan looked down on his hand that rapped around his sword with pain and agony that had befell so many before him. The sun started to arise from the dark vale that loomed overhead. As he pulled his arm fourth and unleashed his blade a cry of steel could be heard. "Soon we'll have are revenge, soon they'll pay," His eyes portrayed a broken spirit full of hate and anger. As he stared into the morning sky with his sword drawn to his right, all that could be fortold vanished and a new evil had arose.