#type: fantasy

ｇｏｄ＇ｓ ｂｒｅａｔｈ ━━ 

 ━━ grahar. 

She had to see them both to realize that Grahar isn't as old as she thought he is. Basically, when she was looking at him and Skovron, she understood that they're probably in the same age.

Grahar Warryetr wasn't a full-grown serious soldier like Hiram expected. His face and everything she saw in his eyes misled her. It wasn't an effect of wars and countless battles because this human, this proud soldier, was just a young broken man who turned pain into his own shield. 

His face was full of scars but not war scars - they were not made by blades or fire and they didn't make him look bad. These scars were like a shadow of everything he survived. 

These scars weren't a skin scars. They were a soul scars. You could only see them if you knew the feeling of having them. 

And because of them, he turned into someone who made people be scared of him. 

Grahar Warryetr was wearing a mask to have others respect. Hiram knew it because she was wearing this mask too.

'Yennefer' date completed: October 5, 2017 (not entirely complete)

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ｇｏｄ＇ｓ ｂｒｅａｔｈ ━━ 

 ━━ omen.

Omen Revyner was a traitor. 

He should have been dead  ━ he and his unfaithful family  ━ but he was still standing here, with devilish smile and pure madness in his blue eyes.

ｇｏｄ＇ｓ ｂｒｅａｔｈ ━━ 

 ━━ skovron.

It wasn't easy. It was never meant to be easy. 

Because none of all Skovron's enemies was like that before. All these people he was fighting with, all his victims were just a group of unknown names, forgotten faces and lost voices. He had their blood on his hands but they were just like bugs. They were nothing. 

Skovron Treervoyr never feels pity and never regrets anything. He's a warrior. A king. The choosen one. 

But now he saw his own face in the end of dark, empty hallway. Fire in torches danced in the wind, the sounds of winter storm played in the background. 

Last dance, he thought and pain exploded inside him, made his hands unsteady for the first time in his life. 

Their faces were the same but their hearts stopped beating in common rhythm. 

Blood of his blood once. 

Traitor now. 

He will never forget this name and this face. His hands will never stop being dirty with this blood and it will never stop killing him.