Alone wherever he had wandered too, Aruon clasped his side to help stem the flow of blood. What was worse, however, was the price his heart had paid.
Alone he sat, exhausted and disheartened. He could do naught but hang his head in shame; bested, yet again, by the prize he sought so hard for.
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