Opening post by XxoAeryoxX · #1
Let it be recorded that the heart, though smaller than a fist, has ruined armies more efficiently than winter, earlier today I expected swearing my sword to [SITH] to be a simple matter of banners and duty; instead my thoughts kept circling SKY, bright and foolish as a hawk above the wrong standard. The cost was my composure, and perhaps the neat little history I meant to write about the oath [1].