Dark Knight: The Mystical Forest

(Author note: Another short story of Tenebris. This isn't necessarily AFTER the other story. Chronologically, I mean.)

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Tenebris took deep breaths and he followed the rest of the platoon with heavy steps. His sweaty hand was holding a long blade. A tool only meant to kill, one which he wasn’t used to holding, much less using.

Not long ago, he had been conscripted into the Imperial Army, and as if things couldn't get any worse, he was sent along with other new conscripts into the Mystical Forest.

Home of the nomadic elves, this vast forest was twice as big as the Empire itself, though most of it was covered in thousands of trees, clustered together and obfuscating everything, including the long-forgotten ancient ruins.

“They’re sending us to die!”

One of the men walking in front of Tenebris, a youth with tanned skin- which indicated his Southern origin- cursed with a soft voice. He was equally as terrified as all the rest as he cut through the thick vegetation with his sword.

They
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