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Forward [Daddy!Levi x Mommy!Reader]Forward [Daddy!Levi x Mommy!Reader] by TheNobodyofaSOLDIER
(Sorry, Reader-chan. I’m going to temporarily kill you off for this one. XD)
The disapproving whispers of the citizens seeped through the ears of the Scouts as they trudged through the city. From the look of the mud crusted on their foreheads, blood smeared on their necks and faces, the bandages wrapped around various limbs and the pathetic moans of the crippled soldiers from the carts, they knew this expedition failed miserably. They doubted the mere existence of the Scouting Legion altogether. What was the point of sending their own out their own when less than half returned with little to nothing to show for it? No one spoke. All eyes simultaneously gazed in one direction:
It was too painful to look back, to painful to face the death of more friends, to painful to wonder if their sacrifices meant something. Moments like these left them questioning what their “Wings of Freedom” really meant, if they truly believed that were fighting for something tangible o
Twice and twice shall he be marked,|
twice to live, and twice to die.
Once the heron, to set his path.
Twice the heron, to name him true.
Once the Dragon, for remembrance lost.
Twice the Dragon, for the price he must pay.
-Karaethon Cycle, 'The prophecies of the Dragon'