When I first saw him, he was marching along the bevy to my village. They wanted to refill their supplements. However our village barely had enough food for its residents. But they gave them supplies anyway. Mainly because they feared their wrath and strength. A rumor spreaded around, saying, that those villages that didn't give them food were burnt to ashes by the furious fighters.
He stood out from the crowd even though I was quite far away to see his detailed appereance. I must say, he was majestic.
An elegant and radiant figure. I thought to myself, that finally I can see some beauty in this plain world of mine.
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