ShadowWildpelt
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Kyro yawned and opened his eyes. He threw the blanket aside and stood up, stretching and smiling. The light shone upon the room through a small window, giving view to Razon, in all its glory. He smiled again, "today's gonna be a good day!"
He leapt outside and grabbed his satchel, filling it with food to trade at the market. He smiled and quickly ran over to the small booths.
Far above the city, a dark figure held onto a black staff. He growled and gripped it, turning behind to face an army of about thirty thousand men. They were all cloaked or hidden, all armed for battle. Some had horses, others were on foot. Whatever they were holding, they were the army Hillin now possessed.
"Ronnak." He spat. "Ten thousand years are now about to equate to your death."
He leapt outside and grabbed his satchel, filling it with food to trade at the market. He smiled and quickly ran over to the small booths.
Far above the city, a dark figure held onto a black staff. He growled and gripped it, turning behind to face an army of about thirty thousand men. They were all cloaked or hidden, all armed for battle. Some had horses, others were on foot. Whatever they were holding, they were the army Hillin now possessed.
"Ronnak." He spat. "Ten thousand years are now about to equate to your death."