One Last Knight. A Series of Short Stories.

Something new!

Small happenings in and around the random corners of Enverdolmal.

Often just short musings, observations, or questions.

All random!

All Canon!

Enjoy folks!

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Zandara didn't care.

 Didn't care.

 Didn't care.

About who's face she's steal.

 Nor of their hue

 Nor height

 Nor hair.

It didn't matter whose life she'd ruin,

She really couldn't care.

She needn't heed all that she was doing,

She technically wasn't there...

A shape-shifting Assassin,

She came and went with ease.

Never once having blown her cover,

A leaf upon the breeze.

She'd slip in in the dead of night,

Sometimes the light of day.

It really never mattered when

With other's lives, she'd play.

And now after many years

Of searching for the one,

She has laid her eyes on her target

The fun had just begun...

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See you all over at the gates of Enverdolmal soon enough!

Safe travels folks.

And as always,

Stay say.

 Stay healthy.

 Stay vigilant.

-Redd.