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The battlefield was filled with cries from the damned and the dying. All of the damned praying for quick release and the dying unable to do much other than lie bleeding and groaning.

Bervan had never noticed the groaning before, but now he lay groaning himself, covered in blood, sweat, and thankfully no tears. Thought by many (including himself) to be the greatest swordsman the land had known for many years, Bervan lay dying. Not that he was concerned, for he had seen HER for the briefest of moments, glinting in the afternoon Sun.

“Karnell!” Bervan croaked, “Karnell, are you near?”

There was a dry chuckle beside him and Bervan managed to turn his head towards the sound, Karnell looked to be in a bad way, his long dark hair was matted with blood and sweat. Bervan could see he was dying, though much of the blood on Karnell was a congealed mess, every now and then a fresh flow would ooze from one of the many wounds on Karnells head.

“Karnell, did you see HER too?” Bervan whispered.
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