Henneth Annûn Story Archive

I clutch my spear so hard my knuckles are white.

I don't know why.

I want to throw it away, to run, to scream, to cry...

I do nothing.

The army that charges towards us, shining as brilliant and bright and brutal as a thunderstorm...

I am transfixed.

I close my eyes, and hope that if the Dark Lord is watching that he will forgive me...

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Last Update: 19 Aug 10
Stories: 11
Type: Workshop/Group List
Created By: 2010 HASA Birthday Cards

Story lists of the 2010 birthday present stories given to HASA members.