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A Misaimed Shot


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Manon Yvaine sat on the steps of the NGS museum, a rain-soaked corpse at her side. She remained there for hours on hours- no way of knowing how long, as water and fire mixed in the air, twisting the night into a hazy glow. The battle raged beyond the city, distant shouts and clashes of weaponry all that could be heard from this distance.

 

She did not cry, not yet. She simply sat and watched the blood trickle from the wound at the back of Rel's head, fidgeting with a dagger held in gauntleted hands.

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Oijin cackled loudly hearing Aurelius died after being a statistic of elf on elf murder and awaits his return.

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