Mid Autumn, Early Morning
Years had passed since lossing his memory, but Drake had gotten over it. Drake stood his long shining straight black hair falling in his face, his trousers wrinkled from another restless night of horrible dreams of chaos and death, what was worst is Drake felt as if he had done these things to people in the past. Drake shrugged it off, grabbed his shirt and boots put them on then grabbed and sheathed the Skullbane he then walked to and opened the window took a deep breath of the sea air and sighed. This was a good day
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