AndreasPiberZubaran

And there that ragamuffin stood tall, although looking at me with wide eyes such as those of a shattered-spirit soldier ready to flee. We've been in this tower for about 5 days, but with each day that passes, he's but a different person. One could assume he'd toughened up, or perhaps became adept to the situation we face.But no, now I am sure he's gone mad.There, he stood tall, holding his ground, almost ready to cry; ready to fight those things of slender legs whose bodies reached the sky, and the heads further beyond.…