ccs by Roni
Lovingly received on Ocotber 4th, 2009
In the midst of the garden, a lone warrior, face soaked and dripping with mud, he stalks on. His body quivers as he walks through the path before him, his sword lying carelessly in its sheath. Kilvard's hat is torn, and the once white feather, is now dark brown. The breaths he takes are forced, and his eyes are blood shot...
What has he been through? What did he see?
Well...he will tell you... TBC