Currently in the works still as it's gonna be quite long. Any grammatical errors and such you can either ignore or pick out. I could care less either way :XD:
Well here's a bit of what I have. Tell me what you think.
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War. The only common factor in my life. It has changed me as well as everything I love. The war has destroyed my family and my home. Either changing a person or taking them away, this war never sleeps, never stops, as long as one corrupt soul roams this once powerful land. I never imagined coming back… everything has changed. You would not be able to tell that my home once was this beautiful place. A once peaceful, remote village hidden by the mountainside now lies in ruins. Coming back only causes me pain, but the answers to so many questions lay in these nature infested skeletons. (As in human and buildings) The remains hold true to the parts of my life which were filled with laughter and happiness.
Blossoms have formed on the old guardian signifying the rebirth of Tir Chonaill. Soon those blossoms will grow into leaves breathing new life into the square. I can still remember meeting my friends here every day to go off on some crazy adventure. Although we were children then, Aniello and I managed to get ourselves into some major trouble. We once stayed up all night shearing the sheep till they had no wool left. Once Deian woke up and realized his sheep were essentially bald…. I could never forget that face. We both thought it was pretty badass then, though looking back we always knew when to not go too far. If only the Dark Knights knew the memories they were preventing before the attack. A smile could cross my face once more. Instead the only surviving residents being a few wolves and chickens continue to forge memories. Such a petty sight really, travelers quickly stopped roaming the land after my home was destroyed. They can’t fathom how majestic and serene Tir really was. But I know… I know all too well.
Every night memories stain my dreams. Long passed memories conjured up keeping me constantly remembering the pain and sorrow, knowing full well I can never return to that time. As if living as the sole human survivor and being lonely wasn’t satisfying enough. The Dark Knights are so bent on proving their point that they fight emotional battles alongside the barbaric bouts on civility. Crushing their enemies morale through murderous raids on any Paladin’s hometown. Nobody truly knows the intentions behind such savagery. Rumors talk of power mad officers, or some ancient grudge waged between the Gods and Goddesses passed on through the generations till enough hate gathers in ones heart to completely empower their every rational thought. The truth is only known by those who have experienced such transitions.
Thunder rolls across the sky.
‘I should really stop letting my thoughts run loose….†Evander sighed, rubbed his eyes and went to seek shelter.