FFXI : Requiem Memories of Ash…The rain always falls when sorrow is present. Many a battlefield is drenched in both blood and rain. How many had he seen now? It was hard to keep track. As a youth such a sight would leave his knees trembling. Whenever he saw a helpless civilian shake in fear, he saw flashes of memories of his own past. Before he lost what was dear to him, and carved out a new life. His grief his only weapon. He never was a victim again. He was able to fight back. Yet there were those that stood, helpless, and shaking with fear. And if he could ease that one frightened soul’s fear, he would. As a defender of the Empire, his wi
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