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The Laughing Swordsman

Only when all the living perish, will there be peace ... Apollo was a bratty noble. Using the power of his father, he did many mischievous stunts. However, he would never go too far. The worst he did was steal someone's shoe, while on the average, it would be poking them in the back and running off. That's why he found it so absurd that someone would assassinate him, in his own room no less. He was stabbed in the back and left to die... But then he was back in his room, completely fine. Yet, he was stabbed in the back once again. Once he was stabbed in the back for the third time, the cruel reality began to sink in. That this would repeat itself for an eternity. The only thing in his room was his bed and his bokken, a wooden sword. At some point, Apollo picked up the bokken. He took his first steps to break out of the cycle. And swore to bury the person who called for this assassin with his own hands. ...But also calls a lot of things mommy for some reason.

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Go Find Friends

Blackie looked visibly confused when Lena mentioned she wanted to try and heal Hex. After looking down at Hex for a few moments, he nodded.

Lena put one hand on her heart.

"I will try my best."

It was at this point, Talon couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"I can't really think of anything that would heal him. It's not like there are any wounds to bandage."

Lena smiled.

"The black flesh is more than what you think, brother."

She brought the tip of her finger above Hex's chest. Right when Talon was about to ask what she meant, her finger began to glow with a bright white.

Eventually, milky strands of white light slowly moved out. Over time, it coalesced to form a fairly large white sphere. Though it glowed brightly, it was not glaring or unpleasant to the eyes. In fact, it was the opposite.

The surface of that white light rippled lazily, making it look like some extremely viscous liquid.