a drabble centered around a small group of thoughts might add to it later. Inspired by the title of a 9-1-1 Fic named I rose to form the dead (i do it all the time).
Igris
I've stood here for a millennium since the passing of my liege at the hands of the monarchs as desins besieged my home. Slain by the lord of dragons rise as he approaches once more. sword ever at the ready. I die and yet still I rise as I have every day before I rise.
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