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on_holy_groundPicture Prompt
The Immortal paused as he got closer to the church, the sensation of another of his kind prickling his mind. He looked at his companion, a man who was familiar with the area, and gestured towards the old building just visible in the distance. "Who lives there?"
The man, a soldier with little use for anyone who wasn’t, snorted as he glanced in the direction indicated. "Some old hermit. They say he was a warlord once, but I don’t believe it. He’s done nothing but preach peace since I been here."
"Darius?"
"You heard of him?"
"Old stories, nothing more."
The Immortal paused as he got closer to the church, the sensation of another of his kind prickling his mind. He looked at his companion, a man who was familiar with the area, and gestured towards the old building just visible in the distance. "Who lives there?"
The man, a soldier with little use for anyone who wasn’t, snorted as he glanced in the direction indicated. "Some old hermit. They say he was a warlord once, but I don’t believe it. He’s done nothing but preach peace since I been here."
"Darius?"
"You heard of him?"
"Old stories, nothing more."
