Prologue
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With the clang of the weapon hitting my sword, I staggered back and knelled. My body was weak and bruised. I struggled to breathe, let alone speak. The anger in my heart; the disappointment and denial after the realisation. I couldn’t go any further. Was this truly how it was going to end?
“Why?” I said, leaning on my sword that was firmly stabbed into the ground. “Why did it have to be you?”
The weapon lowered, pointing at my face. I raised slightly, refraining from looking into those eyes.
“This is… how it was meant… to be.”
That voice horrified me.
“No,” I said, pushing my sword to stand. “Y-you’re lying!”
With the weapon following me as I stood, I gripped my sword with both hands and readied into a battle stance. Hesitation salted my eyes, but determination quickly enveloped me.
“I-I will make this right,” I said.
Lowering my sword and stepping forward, I shot myself into the air, stretching my torso as I swung my sword back. Landing the blow with a warcry, the clash echoed within the dark abyss.
“This is it. This is the end of you and me.”
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