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THE FIRST BATTLE
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THE FIRST BATTLE Lying on his knees dazed, crying, screaming and confused. Along him lay some of his closest people, looking at their mouth wide open with blood poring out of their mouths like a running tap.... Jarom Diriviale glanced around him and the battlefield. His sword Torluth was dripping with warm red blood. His angular even face was lightly splotched with blood and his hands were wet with it. His blond hair was in one thick braid that flowed down his shoulder and onto his ring mail shirt. His cool green eyes were bewildered, as if torn between two worlds of mind. On one hand he had the world of destruction that he had just employed. He saw his countrymen cut down before him. The battle rage had taken him as a hot fire. It had rushed over him in a rage and when he came to...
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