As my eyes flickered I saw them pass me by one at a time, quick yet graceful, like the legends they would be remembered as. And through centuries of generations they had conquered these lands, father to son, like a king passing down his crown to the prince and the prince would rule the kingdom. But as Freedom Fighter watched his kingdom fall apart he had no son to pass it on to, no next generation to leave behind to roam free along side cousins and enemies. Still he was not frightened and as the king he was he would not let them have him. No one would be allowed to put chains around his neck. He would stand tall til the last breathe.
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