Description
5up remembered a lot of things Meeting his friends The feeling of his swords hilt in his hand as he swung it at friends and foes alike, light in his grip but unspeakably heavy in others A cool breeze as he laid on his back gazing at the stars His first fight alone against tens of players for the right of his own beliefs The heavy weight of a hammer in his hands and scalding fire from the furnace in his face as he forged a blade for the first time Laughing as he chased his friends under the cover of golden tree leaves Stinging pain as he was struck by arrows and sword, axes, lance, and pikes alike Being left alone as the wind howls at your back Shrieks of those you killed The warm surge in his chest as he made one of his friends laugh Exchanging gifts for each other during birthday's and Christmas His last ever fight The feeling of the wind going past your face as you fall Of dying And miraculously enough afterwards, Waking up again
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