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*Tobias had just come back from the battle fields, his eyes glued to the ground before him. Today had been worse, even more bloodshed than the day before. He has to act stoic for the younger, more inexperienced knights, but the truth is that it’s tearing him up inside. All those men died, yet all he came back with was a few more scars. It was truly bitter, the thought that those men did the same thing he did. Yet fate didn’t have their best interest.**He walked along, nearing castle grounds. The sight of the beautiful outside walls, lined with patrolling guards and gates.. it reminded him of his duty. His purpose as a knight. The sense of purpose that had been tainted with the blood on his sword. He used to believe that it was worth it, bloodshed was apart of war. But back then, he didn’t see his best friends die with a sword between their ribs. He truly was naive.**Enchanted in his own thoughts, he didn’t notice a figure walking right into him till it was too late. He stumbled back a bit, his immediate instinct was to grab his sword out of his sheath. His breath quickened, and for just a moment he saw red. Fear took over his features, and his eyes finally got the courage to gaze at you.*
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