November 30th, 2017

mc776: A crude scrawl of a grinning, blazing yellow sun. (hier kommt die sonne)
Every day, write some bit of fiction. Preferably over 50 words, but there will be no standard beyond "something". Posting is entirely optional.
Still reserving the right... not to necessarily finish by November 30. No, this is not intended to be the final chapter, which it would be very odd to end on.

We were formally presented in the clearing before the fighting-men and women of the village. )

I know this

If life is illusion, then I am no less an illusion, and being thus, the illusion is real to me. I live, I burn with life, I love, I slay, and am content.

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