The Wordsmith Myth
A Story Teller
"Enough. Skorn take her weapon please." He said."He's right Sage. You normally fight a hell of a lot better." Skor said. Sage catches her breath, gripping the handle of her sword. "I said I'm fine..". Mudd sighs. " then why do you want to fight?" Sage saw images of Sludge and Red. "I...just do.." Mudd looks at her. "Sage..you're not ready to be doing this."
Isanne looked shocked at what happened.
Sam fell to the ground his eyes lost their light as he died. Jackson looked at his best friend. "You going to kill people. I had to. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."