The Children of Thunder
“Tonight, you may yet feast on dead men,’’ he mumbled, rising from his hunched position to adjust the broad sword at his hip, chain mail clinking just as Omotola felt her astral form being drawn towards the warrior, she repelled it for as long as she could until she gave up and allowed herself to let go, she had learned the hard way never to resist whenever she was taken into one of her dreams.
Now she was the warrior, felt his thoughts and seeing through his keen eyes as he drew the sword, the strength in the warrior’s limbs was vast. “we will not need it tonight; they both sighed as he flourished it.
The ceremonial sword Eben, a bronze harvester of lives, shaped like a leaf and as long as
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