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HealerHe could feel the life escaping his wounded body. Leaving and to never return. Clouds sweep across the sky, blocking the sun, making everything desolate and grim. Tears trickle down his face leaving soft streaks behind, where they washed the dust away. Dust of a war long and hard fought. For nothing but the honour of winning. “Two weeks, no less, no more.” His breath comes ragged and short. He closes his eyes. The pain no longer bearable. He feels the magic prickle under his skin closing cuts and wounds. Mending his stabbed heart. Sealing the pact.Healer
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He just wanted to see her again. See her smile and
by ~goddessofisidor
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- Current Residence: Hong Kong
- Interests: Books, Music, Movies
- Favourite movie: anything from Frank Miller, Final Fantasy VII the Advent Children
- Favourite genre of music: depends
- Favourite poet or writer: Shakespear
- MP3 player of choice: iPod
- Favourite game: The Sims 2
- Favourite gaming platform: PC
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W. Shakespeare.
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