04-27-2009, 02:34 PM
Dark sighed, siting at the pub. "Where am I? Did anyone else made it?" Dark said, looking up to the night as another star disappeared. "They will pay, every last one of them." Dark said, removing one of his gloves, looking at a scar on the back of his hand that is shaped like the crest of courage. "I swear upon my scar." Dark said.