-To say he dreamed of the female would be making light of a hurricane. To say his life's ambition was to find her and eat out her heart.. ..that would be more accurate. The dreams were only part of it. He knew her face. Would know her face in a crowd of millions. Those eyes.. ..the eyes of the one who had taken the life of the Bloodletter..she owed him her blood. If it meant crossing the seas to the new world.. so be it. The new world was the place to find the others as well..the Brotherhood...the supposed saviours of the race, the failures... this crusade was two fold and goodbye to the homeland was more sweet than bitter...the time had come for the bastards to make a name.-
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