POV em terceira pessoa

I hide cheirava from wet stone and ancient blood.

He was in front of Janela, observing the lights of the city trembling for a long time like dying stars. The castle stands on the hill, its towers piercing the night sky, a monument to power built on the burial mounds of the innocents.

Behind me, my three homens of greater confidence wait in silence. They knew that it was better not to falar when he was thinking. Dmitri, with my arm straight, remained lying on the wall with