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Dathari II Allegiance Ch. 6Chapter 6
At least the ships were gone.
Other than that, there was no hope.
Ond and Cital were at the top of the wall, making their way towards the staircases down. There were more Sornians that he had expected, certainly more that the small Datharian army could handle. Although Kelon was back at Shathon, there was no way for the armies to make if before Carren befell the same fate as Mador. Carren had significance: This was still the original Shalmathi city, while Mador was a rebuilt town. Now, the last hope of their country was within the walls of that city.
Sornians were pouring over the wall, and Johals squad was overrun. They began to trickle into the city proper, but the edges of Alhons and Nariyas forces were cleaning them up.
All of a sudden there was a loud crash at the gate. People above it were falling down, and a few soldiers fell off of the wall, only to land on the spears of the Sornians. The end of a large log was sticking thorough a hole in the gate. I
Dathari II Allegiance Ch. 5Chapter 5
The cold, gray Hirian Kirath range stood before them.
The path faded from here, as the Invaders apparently scattered to cross the mountains. However, there were obvious footprints through the Deathcamp, the last resting-place of the Shalmathi tribe. It was there that the Shalmathi chose to destroy their camp instead of letting the virus that was killing them spread. Sadly, it failed, and the entire Shalmathi people were wiped out. The Datharian tribe was unaffected, though.
The group began the slow march up the sides of the mountains, staying alert for any sign of Sornian activity. Cital asked Alhon to keep Kimolthe sheathed, lest the light give away their position. He still carried his dagger, so he was never completely unarmed.
Most of the trip was silent enough to keep them from worrying about being captured, but it was still a dangerous proposition. Every one hundred steps, they stopped and tried to spot any of the Sornian camps that kept the forces at Shathon from passin
Dathari II: Allegiance Ch. 2Chapter 2
He awoke with a start. He realized that he was only dreaming, but images from it still haunted him. The night, the camp, the arrow, the fight It plagued him constantly. The yell
It was the night before the expeditions left for whatever lay beyond the borders. Tharra arrived from Carren three days early, so the group was to leave the next day. It would certainly be quite an adventure, he thought as he drifted back off to sleep.
The morning came too quickly. Alhon was awakened by a soldier, who was helping prepare for the journey. He woke up, washed, and changed before walking into the Kings chamber. It wasnt very formal, for Ond seemed like he was also just waking up. His civilian clothes were wrinkled, and his hair was a mess. Just like the Ond from the camp days.
Good Morning, he said with a yawn. I hadnt intended to force you to start so early, but it appears that one of my orders was misinterpreted. No matter. Youll ge
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So he failed.
Yes, my lord.
I feared that it might be so. I must admit that I am a tad disappointed, but in the end, it was inevitable.
We are given the approval to proceed then?
Yes. Release the assassins, then go and alert my generals to ready the troops.
Yes, my lord. As you requested, I shall lead the Southern Army myself.
Very good. Now go. Prove to me that you can conquer a country, and you shall be highly rewarded. Fail his fate will have been better than yours.
Very Good, my lord. It is as you say.
Argghh! He yelled as the blade smashed against his shoulder. The opponent stood over him, simply shaking his head.
If you do not fix that fault, then you shall fall every time. It is hard to see, Ill grant you that. However, if it is found, then you will be in a heap of trouble! The opponent held out his hand. The one on
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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