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Petrichor ~ tooeasy
"Why does it matter that she didn't wield the blade that took the life of the Kingdom's beloved shield?" The fallen monarch's ears ring with the thoughts of those who can no longer think. The ideals of those who have no voice for which to share them with. "Why does it matter that she wasn't the villain who murdered the king of this nearly-forgotten land?"
"She's evil," they tell him. "She might as well be the culmination of all that is vile in this world. Destroy her, Dimitri. Bring about peace to the holy land, and justice to all of the souls who've perished by her hand."
Yet the renewed King of Faerghus ignores the cries of the dead. Their desperate please are heard, then discarded.
