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"Their betrayal was the fire that forged me; now I am the blade that will bring their ruin." ~Araneae Ruber
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ARAGON SAT up in his chair, suddenly smiling down the papers littered on his table. He felt a burst of energy flow into his veins.
The tiredness and stress that he had seemed to wash away from his body.
That mere advice Luella had given him was enough for him to push forward, and now, his name was sung everywhere. He was one of the few Soldiers, that were invited to a social gathering. Sometimes he went, sometimes he didn't.
No, if he were to be honest, he went to events he knew Luella would be in. Which was very little, since she hadn't done her coming of age ceremony yet.
"I wonder if she would do it this year? This year would be her final year." He said to himself.
