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       Fateful Nights
   DIR By: KennySmith
       Date: June 9, 2013, 7:37 pm
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       "Hurry up, Ken!" Thirian Al'Mere yelled back down the hill where
       Ken Winston was huffing his way up the hill.
       "I...am moving...as fast... as I...can!" Ken shouted up between
       heaving breaths.
       "You know, if you had started training earlier, you would not
       have to worry so much." Thirian yelled back, a dazzling smile on
       his chiseled features.
       Ken glared at his friend, knowing he was right. Ken was training
       for the physical test that the local militia put all of their
       soldiers through. Even though he was going to be a Squad Mage,
       even they were required to be able to run a set distance in a
       certain time.
       "Come on! You only have two weeks before the test!" Thirian
       said.
       Ken ran up the hill, and collapsed at the top, unable to feel
       his legs.
       "We ran from one end of the city to the other." Ken wheezed
       after a minute of heavy breathing. "Please tell me I am not
       running back."
       "Not today, friend." Thirian smirked. "We will walk back at your
       pace."
       Ken smiled at that, and lay back down for a minute. He looked
       over at Thirian, who was stretching his muscles on the brick
       wall that surrounded the city's cemetery. Ken couldn't help but
       be jealous of his friend's strong physique. He was tall,
       handsome, and could most assuredly outrun Ken at the drop of a
       pin. Ken knew that he himself was far from ugly, but he knew
       that the strong, masculine features that run strong in Thirian's
       family line were more attractive than the thin, effeminate body
       frame that ran in his family. When he went out for a night in
       the city, Ken would end up going home alone when he went with
       Thirian. How could he compare to a giant of a man with golden
       locks of hair and a chin to crush tyrants? His own pale skin
       and black hair was rather disappointing.
       "Something on your mind, Ken?" Thirian asked him.
       "Nothing in particular." Ken lied.
       Thirian shrugged, and returned to his stretches.
       This is an introduction of sorts. I will be updating this as
       often as I can.
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