"I do recall a particular time. In the first time I traveled far East, over where Sarleon and the Empire touch, I had an encounter with a particular sect of knights. These men we're patrolling the forested border with extreme vigilance and tending to massive pyres. When I was noticed I was immediately surrounded and forced to the ground, face first. Like the surroundings itself, these knights were silent as death.
You heard muffled breathing behind their night-colored helmets. The air was crisp that morning so the breath of these men rose from the orifices. One particular knight got down on one knee, grabbed the back of my neck, and told me I was not welcome in this area and I was to forget what I saw. He stood up and behind him, made view of the massive pyre they we're burning on the forests edge. The knight told me that I was lucky, given this chance to leave because of my 'pure blood,' whatever that meant. I told them I saw nothing and I would be on my way.
They reluctantly pushed me up and followed me a good mile out until they disappeared into the mist that creeps around that forest.
They were burning bodies and I never, ever, went back."
Submitted January 18, 2018 at 01:05PM by MitchyMatt http://ift.tt/2DN9wQp
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