All his life he had dreamed of this day. He’d ride into battle and return with a glorious victory; one minstrels would sing about. The truth is a little different. His father and uncles are fighting elsewhere, it is only him in this tight circle, surrounded on all sides, turning and slashing and hacking at his enemies as they came at him in an endless horde— Read More Read More
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