Not dead

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*DAMON* The sky was dark and moonless, as I fought relentlessly. The ruins of the market were heart-wrenching and a nerving reminder of the day Ellaire died. But I didn't let it stop me, it was my strength, the greatest of strength I could muster to bring my people to justice. “I see that you managed to get the wizard on your side.” “I don't know what you are talking about…” I countered having no idea of what he spoke of. “You thieves, how dare you try to outsmart me! How dare you?!” He yelled angrily. I took cautious steps back noticing he was coming at me in full rage. From the looks of the situation, Rosaline must have used her witty knowledge to bring his men down and he did not look too happy about it. He flashed his sword at me, snarling like a wounded animal. We stood faced

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