I carried my own ashes to the mountains
Some morning ran like clockwork; awaken before dawn, run alongside brethren amidst patrols as the sun rose. Train fellow disciples and warriors for a few hours, meet back with Evie to go over paperwork, messages, and other necessities, and finding meals in between. By the time evening roamed around, they had modest hours to themselves, and whatever mischief or mayhem that could be concocted.
Except in this particular hour, the gates needed repairs again, and so while the rest of his guards hastened off in comfortable jogs across the snow at the first hint of light, the Sword set to work blending the iron to his making.
Perhaps it'd been warped along the bottom proportions, for they weren’t lining up properly. With a soft sigh, he crouched beside the initial layer, removing his gloves in order to render creation and earth magic more effectively; bending the incantations and metal to his will. Zuriel maintained a more regal position, looking across the vast tundra, while Belial played an even worse lookout, rambling and running along the top of the high walls as the Sword worked.
Except in this particular hour, the gates needed repairs again, and so while the rest of his guards hastened off in comfortable jogs across the snow at the first hint of light, the Sword set to work blending the iron to his making.
Perhaps it'd been warped along the bottom proportions, for they weren’t lining up properly. With a soft sigh, he crouched beside the initial layer, removing his gloves in order to render creation and earth magic more effectively; bending the incantations and metal to his will. Zuriel maintained a more regal position, looking across the vast tundra, while Belial played an even worse lookout, rambling and running along the top of the high walls as the Sword worked.
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