
No AudioThe sun is raised up in the sky.The sand moving in the empty arena as i move foward holding my sword tight, the crow erupts in cheers and scream calling my name.I hate every second of it but if i have to contuine to survive i will.I tight the grip on the sword, the leather collar weighting as a burden of my failure, of my error, of my weakness.The royal family sitted at the usual balcon looking down at me as theyr little pawn, a toy to trown once broken but i wont let them break my will.never.






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2🌙Ceil_Phantom.🌙
14/11/2025
rubixred
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14/11/2025