One Last Knight. A Series of Short Stories.

Something new!

Small happenings in and around the random corners of Enverdolmal.

Often just short musings, observations, or questions.

All random!

All Canon!

Enjoy folks!

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He ran through the wood at the crack of the day,

An Elder Atlas in his wake. 

Just one misstep is all it'd take.

Another day, he'd never make.

He was a Scout.

 Never meant to fight.

He had stumbled 

Upon the cursed thing that night.

And even if

Combating it was right,

 To harm a hair 

 Would cost the man his life.

So he ran

And he ran 

 He didn't dare look back.

He could feel it getting closer,

 Feel each twig that snapped...

He pushed himself

 He only had one shot.

He had to warn the other people,

 put the village on lock.

So he ran.

And he ran.

And he ran.

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Have a goodnight folks!

Stay safe

Stay healthy

Stay vigilant.

-Redd.