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The Warrior's Love"LET ME DIE WITH HONOR!" Arameth screamed at her from the chains that bound him to the pillar, tears of anger, and sadness falling from his eyes. She wouldn't let him help her, even if he was useless. He knew what was coming for her if she faced Crius alone. Lacrencia smiled sadly, as she walked towards him, leaning toward him, her hands in tiny fists gripping his chain mail, her body shaking in fear. "Don't hate me for what I'm about to do Arameth. . ." she whispered, pleading with her eyes for Arameth to forgive her. "Then don't do this. . . please. . ." Arameth begged, everything he had planned, burning to ashes all around him. Lacrencia sThe Warrior's Love


The Warriors FatesHe growled in frustration as he watched the warriors fly to the safety of their enchanted cabin. He stood just at the edge the forest, and watched the events. He nearly screamed in rage as he watched the half-god discover the powers granted by her mother, but at the same time, he knew that these events would take place as told to him by the fates. With his two pawns dead, due to their own ignorance of Mnemosyne's daughter, and her infatuation with Lorena's son, there was only one thing left.The Warriors Fates
As he turned toward the direction of the cabin, he began his plot to bring Mnemosyne's 'chosen ones' to an almost certain death. Of course C


The Warrior's ChoiceIt was surprising how quickly Lacrencia fell asleep once they had arrived back at the cottage hidden in the forest. Having landed safely on the ground, Arameth looked down at Larc who slept in his arms, a delicate creature and with such youthful skin - how could she be an all powerful God? Well, half-God, not that it made much difference in Arameth's mind; she was definitely the most powerful half God in existence, of that he could not be convinced otherwise. Her sheer power was terrifying even to him - Lacrencia was still very young in many ways and giving a youth such absolute power was a heart-stopping concept to the warrior. He carried heThe Warrior's Choice


The Warriors Broken Dreams"Afraid. . . of me. . . " Lacrencia repeated these words as she looked down at Arameth's healing body. No matter how she looked at this situation from any angle, she couldn't understand what she could have done to make them like this. "Yes Larc, he is afraid, for he has never seen such power come out of you, even though you are half God." her mother continued, looking down grimly at the two as her daughter moved a stray hair away from Arameth's face. She watched as tears fell, and Lacrencia took on her mortal appearance.The Warriors Broken Dreams
"It's because of this crystal, isn't it?" she asked softly, fiddling with the stone as she stared off into spa


Ready to FightIt's easy to talk the talk Then to walk the walk Such a shame Your claim to fame Is losing the game Play your cards I always play hard You better be tough This shit gets roughReady to Fight
Are you ready to fight For what you think is right? Can you take me down And beat me to the ground? It'll take more than you got To keep me down tonight.
The bells are ringing And you aint singing Pain in your head You're close to dead Enough's been said Give up and go home You can't go anymore There's no reason for you


The Warrior's ChoiceIt was surprising how quickly Lacrencia fell asleep once they had arrived back at the cottage hidden in the forest. Having landed safely on the ground, Arameth looked down at Larc who slept in his arms, a delicate creature and with such youthful skin - how could she be an all powerful God? Well, half-God, not that it made much difference in Arameth's mind; she was definitely the most powerful half God in existence, of that he could not be convinced otherwise. Her sheer power was terrifying even to him - Lacrencia was still very young in many ways and giving a youth such absolute power was a heart-stopping concept to the warrior. He carried heThe Warrior's Choice
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