Dec 05, 2007 17:32
"We'll get the Holy Land back," a naive soldier exclaimed, the flames illuminating his young face, "Justice will be served."
So Robin watched. Watched the flames of the campfire flicker and die, like the soldiers' dreams, the soldiers' lives. He watched as that young soldier fell silently to an arrow. Robin had heard that sound before.
He had heard it the day justice died.
challenge c: lyrics inspiration,
week 29