Fight or Flight
Morality and mercy are easy concepts to follow when there are no risks involved. But it will always come a day where it's not easy, when a person must choose; to die honorably like a hero, or to do the unthinkable and survive. So tell me this. Stranded and all alone in a cruel land inhabited by men that despise mercy and compassion, what will you choose. To die? Or to live! The Storm Riders have started their invasion! Can the Shadow Hunters Concil prevail... Hunter set his gaze upon the thick darking of the gathering storm clouds. But even as he searched, hope rising hard, none came. No great burst of inspiration. Not a whisper of forgiveness either. Sorrow compressed the cradle around the mountain top. Hunter kicked at a few stones. The harsh sound echoed inside the cave, killing the quiet. “You still here?” The woman's voice drifted from the rear of the cave. With a sigh, he glanced over his shoulder. A pale purple robe was worn by Lady Katherine. Eyes shimmering in the
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