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Avon's Drabbles  by Avon

It was here he fell - he of the golden hair and golden heart. He fell in flames and darkness against a being of ancient evil, fell to save those of us that fled. The eagles brought us back his body burnt and bloody and broken. We laid it on the turf here and raised a mound over it. He was a prince of the house of the golden flowers and the golden flowers came to be his shroud.

Here, here is one of his flowers. Tuck it into your hair, child, and remember the one who died for you.





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