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|The Tears of the Undead|
|Topic Started: Jan 17 2012, 06:24 PM (66 Views)|
|Isabella||Jan 17 2012, 06:24 PM Post #1|
The first time that I watched Jonah at work, I was a very small child. Bodies had been brought to his workshop from some battlefield. The armor sparkled in the torch light. It was only later that I would realize that these men were dead. He had kept me protected until now from his real work. Even then, he tried to protect me. He would have me stand of to the side where it was difficult to tell what was being done to the dead bodies.
I flipped the dagger in my hands as I stood over the prisoner that was laid out for the butchering. In a moment the woman woul not care, but all the people who had spoken ill of Jonah and me regretted the care that was taken with my upbringing as they awaited their transformation. The woman screamed. I slit her throat. Without her soul, she was my shell to control.
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