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BLOOD RAVEN’S LAST BATTLE PRINCE
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His brother’s battle had already begun. Faint cries echoed in the gusting winds, like wolves mourning the loss of their alpha. Mounting his young white steed, Windstorm, Machraith charged with a nervous wildness to the hill’s stony peak, right into the ice storm’s path.

Smoke.

Distant cries of madness and death.

He screamed in frenzied passion. Racing down the rocky terrain, Machraith drove his steed at hell-for-leather. Sweat glistened upon the tough, muscular flesh of his beast as it ascended the mountain with snarling fury and force.

There the battle site stilled to slow motion, gold, silver, bronze, steel and jewels glittering in blood-drawn crimson currents in a dance with death’s dark shadows against the frigid tears of the gloomy overcast.

Machraith rode his gloriously faithful horse down the rock-cutting terrain of the mountain, the beast’s strength bearing the crushing force of gravity as cold air plumed from his muzzle.