We are no more

We are the youth of gentle nature made of puddles and chivalry. We are the generation of great knowledge linking centuries. Carried by beasts both new and old. Hauled into the world of the righteous new. To die with a vile yet immaculate saber in hand instead of the greatest of swords, a helmet in place of a tam, and blood in place of ink. We were the generation of great knowledge. We were the generation of good nature.