apparent victory.
A victory after a thousand losses was still a victory, after all, but among the halls of story and valor, these failures rang all the more painful in her sight. Who would tell their tales? Who knew of them?
She knelt before the remnants of a suit of armor on the ground, pristine
A victory after a thousand losses was still a victory, after all, but among the halls of story and valor, these failures rang all the more painful in her sight. Who would tell their tales? Who knew of them?
She knelt before the remnants of a suit of armor on the ground, pristine
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Verone saw herself in the armor. No more a pretender to Knighthood, but a true
Verone took off her armor, dropping each bit to the ground, shedding a metaphorical second skin before she donned the new one. As the dragon had been the catalyst for her metamorphosis, it's defeat signaled the