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She was still beautiful, still perfect, still flawless as she entered the massive, golden doors and walked into the Holy Place. Men from her army, those who were Chosen and those who were simply recruited, mingled and spoke with each other. It too was perfect. It was common knowledge now, told in stories over and over, how the Paladins of the Blessed Tome were all handsome, brave knights. They all wore flawlessly buffed silver plate and their Silver and Gold tabards; so that when they appeared as an army on a field of battle it looked, truly looked, as though the bright morning sun was rising on the horizon.And that too was intentional, D'anna's own design. It was Hope for those fighting, and intimidating beyond measure for those being fought. When the sun rose, it always brought with it a new day.
She let her eyes wander though the men, now. Of course they knew she walked among them, so the conversation had all but died, but that didn't distract her. They offered her salutes and bows as she passed; whispered prayers of her name as she walked the long aisle but her mind and body were fixated on something in particular. She found him at the far end of the room.
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D'anna's Personal Scrolls
Some things exist, without anyone being aware of them. The scrolls carefully tucked away in the bottom of D'anna's backpack, are examples of such things. Only when she is alone - truely alone, D'anna pulls them out, carefully draws the pen...
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