Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Timeless regret.

**The Camera pans through the streets of toxia, a gust of wind blows open the doors a green vanquisher blade is laid on the alter a vine wrapped around it on the blade is etched an inscription, as a hand gently runs the length of the blade**

'My brothers and sisters, remember we are heroes'

Fade to black.

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