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[Adin Blackwind]

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Cheers rang out in the City of Britain as the invaders began to retreat. But victory came at a high cost. Much of the northern part of the city lay in ruin, countless dead, many missing and even many more wounded. But such was the price of battle. Even the Duke knew this all to well. His efforts to aid Britain were in vain for many days upon his return. His handful of knights were around trying to aid in any way possible. But while they were fighting, Kotare let loose his offensive spells against the retreating invaders, catching a titan in the back and watched him fall to his death. Wounded earlier by a spear that caught him in the side, He had collapsed to the ground. With his remaining strength, he crawled his way to the nearest structure and leaned against it. Caughing and blacking out at times. He can see the jubulant defenders giving chase all the way back to despise. Healers were about checking the fallen for wounded. But it would be a while before they got to him.

It was during these moments, he began to wonder if death would take him. Yet he had so much to live for. A beautiful wife, an adopted daughter both waited for him back home. His thoughts began to wander about his past. Fragments of his life he had forgoten, began to apear. His times with his father as a boy were even clearer now. However, his thoughts were broken as a young soldier aproached him and grabed him by the shoulder. Sir? help is on the way. The soldier looks to his right and shouts for a healer. He then looks back at the very exahausted Duke. Sir, can you tell me your name? But before he could answer, Kotare's eyes closed and his suroundings went dark.

Next day, Kotare awoke to a room full of moans and screaming. He was at the local healers where they were amputating limbs of those who began to show signs of gang green. He quickly sat up but a sharp pain from his side apeared. As he held the spot where the pain was from, he realized he was bandaged and well cared for. One of the healers came over quickly and asked him to lay back down and rest. But Kotare was stuborn at best.

"I have to stand. I must know what happened to my knights!" He rose with the help of the healer and began to limp towards the doorway. It was there he noticed a crowd gathered. Some whom wore scavanged armor and swords that bore the mark of BlackWind. Yet he did not reconize the faces who carried them. Anger grew within his mind as he aproached the crowed as painless as he could, but each step hurt him even more. He grabed the shoulder of the man who proudly held the shield of one of his knights. Gazing upon him, he saw what had everyone's attention. A flyer on the wall addressing Britain and signed by one called William.

"indeed the Lord did save us from this invasion." an old man said. quickly the crowd had began speaking and much of it was in agreement with the first comment. But, by then Kotare managed to limp his way to the flyer and the crowd hushed. He read it, and then extended his right arm out to it and proceeded to tear it down. He then turned and looked into the eyes of those who stood there and did nothing. Some of them cast their eyes onto the ground. Others looked on with curriosity.

"You claim the Lord has saved you from this mess? Look to the healers, towards the death beds, you will find the ones who saved you from certain doom. None of you raised a sword or aided the dying in any way. Yet you can easily take from the dying well enough. Your worse than the invaders themselves. Atleast they had the curage to fight. The only thing the lord will offer you is judgement when your time has come. When he looks upon this day, he will remember those who stood their ground and gave up all for you. The words of this William, though they inspire hope in you, are from a man who hides in Jhelom! Where was this great protector who promised you salvation? Where was the miracle? You wish to see it? It went with those who gave their lives to protect you. Yet you betrayed them by taking what little dignity they had left. Now your miracle is gone. Only death was made happy by this ordeal. So go on praising the Lord and his divine work. The lot of you deserved to die while those that fought, deserved to live. Your nothing more than thieves and I hope justice finds you soon enough!"

Tears began to form in his eyes and he could speak no more. he knew that those he came with didn't make it out alive. As he limped his way back to the healers, The crowd remained silent and cleared a path for him. His wound now bleeding heavily from his movements, the pain began to increase. He reached his bed and lay back down only with the help of the healers who watched him moments before. His bandage now bloody from the disturbed wound. He resigns himself to his fate. If death were to come to him, now was the time.