The battlefield was quiet. Only a handful of men were left to tell the tale. Kelly, a tall man, tanned skin and silver hair, leaned on his sword, which was stained a crimson red. Kelly has now been a knight for eight years now, and was soon to become a father. His wife was nine months pregnant and was soon to conceive. Slowly, the four men rose to their feet, and started walking back to
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they could was their promise to each other, except for Kelly.
Kelly's death was not a questionable thing, because they knew that as long as he yearned for love, he would try and get it. But the others, they looked to the future, and saw the light.
Many generations have passed, but that little town still grows, and has never even entered a war. That is what they wanted, and that is what they got.