Peering out over the battlements, Tulen looked down. This was it. The Battle for the Keep. All or nothing. She was an archer, the last defence. She had been an archer for many years and worked under the service of the king.
It was then Tulen noticed something, little white flowers were begining to bloom in the cracks of the castle wall. She remebered her mother telling her that they were magical when she was a child. It made her feel braver, knwing the stories of her childhood surrounded her. In the distance, Tulen could see some of the smaller towns burning. What twisted person could do that? Massacre towns. Kill innocent men, woman and children. It broke her heart. '' Oi! Tulen!'' The girl in question looked up. It was her best frind, Katrine.''I just wanted to say, Good Luck'' Tulen grabbed Katrine in a hug.
"Likewise. We'll both need it."
Katrine pulled out of the imbrace and waved as she walked towards her post on the front line. Tulen never realised that would be the last time she saw her.
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The Last Tale Of Tulen Uiredel
FantasyThe tale of an archer before and after a battle.
