If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now (even if we don't speak often or ever) please post a comment with a completely made up, fictional memory of you and me.
It can be anything you want - good or bad - but it has to be fake.
When you're finished, feel free to post this little paragraph in your LJ and see what your friends come up with.
It can be anything you want - good or bad - but it has to be fake.
When you're finished, feel free to post this little paragraph in your LJ and see what your friends come up with.
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But there were a dozen meetings like that. It was emotional for everyone. Cathleen found that same kind of kinship when she met Matteo and Mark. There was never a better shield-wall than the one that faced the Aspect of the Adversary there. Saul, Imus, Ilya, Cathleen, Danae, Blaize, Quintus - Cassio, Alexander, Matteo, Mark, Sebastian, Suren, Ramiro. Dozens of others; proof positive that the two legends were evenly matched in all heroism.
Nor have I ever seen an enemy as fearsome; every fallen gurtal was restored under the Adversary's black banner. The Nameless Ones were cowed into service. Ravelers, too, to unmake all our magics. And yet - and yet - in that hour, when we drew swords together, every Grimslayer and Steadfast and the Sword of Corwynn and Cathleen's crystal sword - the Adversary flinched.
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