The Battle Hymn for the Pure of Heart

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Two men approached us. One was small and skinny and the other one was tall. They both wore black jackets and had a small handgun and a small knife. We were cornered in the small ally. The small one approached us slowly, swinging his knife as he walked.
“Well,” he sneered, “ I’m so sorry it has come to this.” He smiled sickly. “We only want the money… either that or the plans for the invasion.”
I was about to tell him off when Cath grabbed my shoulder. He said nothing, but his eyes spoke enough for both of us.
“ Fine then,” the small man snapped, “Have it your way.” He paused for a second and them smiled again. “ Bruno,” he called with his sing song voice, “Please teach these young ones a lesson they won’t forget.” He paused, “ Or maybe one they won’t have to remember.” He then dropped his gun on the ground and sauntered out of the ally.
I was enraged. I broke apart from Cath’s grasp and ran after the small man. I jumped on his back and tried to hook my fingers underneath his collar in order to try and choke him. Needless to say, I failed and the large man dragged me back to Cath.
We were unarmed and incredibly vulnerable. We lacked anything that could give us a strategic advantage. We were stuck. Cath’s eyes blazed with dark fire. He was not giving up without a fight and neither was I. I noticed a discarded metal bar lying in the corner. I lunged to try to pick it up.
“Dryston, no.” he yelled. I ignored him. With the heavy pole in my hand I tried to attack the large man. I could not lift the pole. The man took it out of my hands as easily as if it had been made of wood. I expected him to hit me with it, but he did not. Instead, he set it down by his feet and he walked to me. He grabbed my arm and he dragged me back over to Cath....

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... Please don’t let him go to waste.
Cath was in many ways like the ancient king, Alexander. He was ahead of his time. He believed in peace more than war, but he would be ruthless if his ideals were questioned. So answer me this now, please, is evil born in the heart or in the head. Cath was my last desperate hope and now I speak with his voice. Nothing lasts forever, not even memories. There is nothing to be afraid of. The darkest night will pass and the sun will eventually rise. Cath tried to help the sun rise.” I started to cry, “ Now he is lost and gone forever.”
My eyes burned and so did my throat. I was the last to speak so I waited for everyone else to leave the room. With tears still in my eyes, I dropped to my knees and I grabbed the soft fabric of the cursed flag and I set my forehead against the tiger-eye emblem. “I’m sorry,” I whispered and I began to cry.

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