Twisting the sword in his hands, he stabbed it into the ground next to him, right hand resting on the pommel. A sigh escaped his throat, it was dry thing, blowing away some of the dust in his visor. The Ashen One stared down at what she held.Ī bitter thought rose in his mind that this pathetic ember of warmth had been the deciding factor in the worlds existence for millennia uncounted. The only light that still persisted was the faint flame which fluttered ever so slightly in the Firekeepers hands. The glowing of the horizon fading as a darkness began to creep in around them. His head slowly turned upwards, the orange ring of fire which hung in the darkened sky flickered ever so slightly. The Ashen one stopped, just behind the Firekeeper, the woman knelt down in front of the embers of fire. Heavy metal boots crunched across the ashen field, the only sound that could be heard save a faint crackling of flame.
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