Sah
Sah threw his hands in the air in frustration. "Fucking hell. Using my magic casually to prove a point doesn't make me dangerous. I have control over it, same as a soldier has control over their sword." Magic was a tool. One that was a part of him that he'd had since birth, yes. But that was it, a part of him.
He tsked, "And before you go on calling me a hypocrite, you're far more dangerous than me. Me casually using my magic is nothing compared to you casually mentioning starting a war. Sorry for trying to give you life-saving advice. Good luck, soldier. I do genuinely hope you survive the coming days."
With one last shake of the head, Sah turned and started to leave. But he paused and glanced over his shoulder with somber eyes, "I doubt your father would want you to throw your life away like this." With that final verbal push, Sah left.
-{FIN}
He tsked, "And before you go on calling me a hypocrite, you're far more dangerous than me. Me casually using my magic is nothing compared to you casually mentioning starting a war. Sorry for trying to give you life-saving advice. Good luck, soldier. I do genuinely hope you survive the coming days."
With one last shake of the head, Sah turned and started to leave. But he paused and glanced over his shoulder with somber eyes, "I doubt your father would want you to throw your life away like this." With that final verbal push, Sah left.
-{FIN}
I think there for I am,
But what if all I do is bleed?
But what if all I do is bleed?
