Snippet #1955

Sermon thought back to the battles they shared as she placed her hand on his shoulder. Acadia is one of the oldest left. They spent many night fighting and many days sleeping close. He could not recall what has happened to the rest cause it was so many years ago. After she was done speaking Sermon thought of all the fights him and his brother shared. It was not his true brother, but his brother in darkness. The one who made him soon made another and began talking about the era of the full moon. Thus began The War of Night.

"I think your solving his problem in what you prepose to me." He said calmly. Sermon felt they had good control of the city, but..."It is true these new breeds aren't living to are potential. Some of them have even shorter lives than the humans we kill." He felt disgusted with this place and spit on the floor. He killed the last person who spit on his ship.

"Just so you know he pisses me off, but we can no longer solve our disagreements with steel Acadia. We are only half our breed as I see it. We must stay alive together and live with some standard of peace." Sermon tightened his grip on his sword then released it. "I want the old days, but another war I can't lead."