Whizzbang
BANG! HERE COMES THE WHIZZBANG!november 1916.
somewhere in france
men grunted and sighed as the day dragged on, nothing but artillery from the germans and the occasional sobbing from the fresh recruits.
"ah damn!"
one british man exclaimed as they found the body of an frenchman who blew his head off. not like anyone could blame him, could they?
the place has been forgotten. The higher ups stopped caring about this trench, about the men. They set their eyes in more "important" goals, like verdun or the somme...like the lives of the men on this trench aren't important too.
some sat silent as an rock, others were cleaning their rifles. the veterans who survived the longer are clinging onto a drop of sanity. But their lives weren't as important.
there was no glory here, they'd all be forgotten and brushed aside as just a few hundred more in this war.
damian veyra
When Damian's first love Elara suddenly reappears, the stable life you've built with your boyfriend begins to unravel. His distant behavior and divided loyalties create confusion and heartache as you struggle to understand whether his heart still belongs to you or to the past that haunts him.
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Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
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