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Chapter #5: It can't be! “Can it be? Can it really be?” Leona had a final look at the two. It was her two friends, Kahlay and Dakote. Leona had tears in her eyes and she stood there for a moment. Leona had a look of, “oh, I'm gonna kill you!” in her eyes. She shouted at them, “Where have you been?! DAMN YOU, where have YOU BEEN!!!” Leona ran at them. The two friends seemed shocked at what was happening. Leona jumped and wrapped her arms around the two and laughed. Kahlay looked at Dakote with tears in her eyes.
“Geez!! I thought you were gonna slug us!” Dakote said in alarm. Leona laughed and wiped her eyes.
“You two really take things too seriously, a lot!” Leona joked and she looked at her long lost friends “Hey, do you remember our hand shake?” Dakote smiled and got ou
Chapter #4: Some New Companions They traveled all day and night, still searching for the tower of Tharten Dranmas. But, a thought accured to Bekkren and Soljar. What if that palace was the hide out. What if Rancorous worked for the sorceress. What if...
“Oh, by the nine 'ells!! May be we did Go aw'y from the place'n wur the evil witch is!” Soljar said in the silence as they sat in one of the inn rooms. She looked at the rest of the gang, her eyes darting from Bekkren and Leona.
“Soljar, what are you saying? You mean to say that we traveled 5 days here, to find out that the place they planned to hurt us all, was the place where that daffy witch is?” Leona asked her sister, “ I'm sorry, but if we're going back there, then, I'm going to
Chapter #3: Screaming filled the fiery void. The houses all a blaze. Women, children suffocating from the awful black smoke, strangling the life out of the bodies. No, No! thought one drow, standing in the open, This... this can't be happening!!!
"Bekkren! Let's get going!! The smoke is rising!!" a drow warrior called to the boy. Rancorous?? Wait... what is this? then, everything went black...
One light was in the dark abyss. It took shape of a girl... an high elf girl!
"Bekkren... you should know better... you... should..." said the figure. It hit the drow...
"Leona! i'm sorry... I was wronged! I didn't know better... Please forgive me! LEONA!!" a dark shadow came upon Leona, nearly engulfing her heavenly light.
"Good... Bye... Bekkren..." Leona whi
Chapter #2: Sharing secrets as a man Bekkren looked at Leona, half awake and half unconscious bow strung with another arrow, then flung at the next orc. Her black, long sleeved shirt that she wore underneath the breast plate was hanging off her injured shoulder and arm, showing only her bandages. Bekkren fought with joy because he knew that Leona was safe and alive. the orcs flew and the goblins were cut down. It was all fine until Bekkren was stabbed in the leg by a dying goblin. Searing pain fled into his whole body, though the adrenaline covered up the pain and he kept on fighting. The farmer slashed and hacked at the hoard. He left out one opening though, and he got nicked in the ribs a few times. A fire was burning in his soul and he was throwing out the fire into his sword skills as he killed his foes with big swipes of his sword.
Leona let fly many arrows at a time, all hitting it's mark. she was
The new Beginning
Chapter #1: The First Stop
by ~AlphonseElric13, 2 minutes ago
Journals / Personal
A young woman with pale skin and fair blonde hair came up the stairs of a barn, carried by a Dwarf and a Dark elf. The Dwarf was dressed in a purplish red robe tied by a brown belt, and in one hand, she carried a staff with a blue ball on top. She looked as if she had been from all the nine hells and back with her short, brown hair all around in her face. The Dark Elf carried two short swords on his back. He was dressed in all black and red, his white hair put in a pony tail. His eyes burned with the fire of the battle and he had wounds on his arms and they were bleeding. The young lady seemed to be unconscious and she was dressed in a black breast plate with white lines on the top of the rim. Her leggings were red and torn and her green cloak, that was almost torn to shreds had the stains of blood. Her shirt that she wore underneath the breast plate was black and had onl
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
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