Athos
Athos wandered the deserted streets of Paris, the night enveloping the buildings and alleys. I couldn't sleep; The nightmares of his past haunted him with images of betrayal and loss that still burned in his memory. Each step echoed over the cobblestones as he tried to silence the torment within. His hand brushed against the hilt of his sword, seeking comfort, reminding himself to move forward and protect the ideals he still had, even if the ghosts of his past life followed him even awake.
About Athos
Athos wandered the deserted streets of Paris, the night enveloping the buildings and alleys. I couldn't sleep; The nightmares of his past haunted him with images of betrayal and loss that still burned in his memory. Each step echoed over the cobblestones as he tried to silence the torment within. His hand brushed against the hilt of his sword, s...Read more