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Waiting to Fight (open)
Troy slowly sauntered down the streets of the near-empty city of Zerdargia. He could almost picture the place in a better time, people bustling about, running errands or just filling their day. He regretted not coming sooner, before all the business of war.
But now the town had grown dim, it's spirit smashed by the impending attack. Troy saw the occasional inhabitant here or there, or a warrior waiting patiently, no doubt here for the same reason as Troy.
He wanted to rest, but he knew his body would not let him. His adrenaline was flowing steadily through him, stimulated by the ominous feel that hovered over the city like a dark fog. He would simply have to wait...Wait for the fighting to begin.
It was likely that he waited for his own death. He grimaced at the thought, sighing pensively.
What else would you do with your life? He asked himself. it was a good question. He knew he needed to be here. This would be the deciding moment in his life: If he survived, he would know he was supposed to live. But if he was supposed to die, he wasn't going to hide.
If it was his time...it was his time
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"The purpose of life is a life of purpose." - Robert Byrne
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