*A figure sat, far back from the crowds of people. Truly it was going to be a long night, but too short at the same time.* Teddy had even passed his seed to this town having a few boys and one very small beautiful young girl of 9, who had just turned. However, to children, he was known as an endless stock of stories. The hero of this town in his younger years, and known to some as a “Badass”. What could have brought this upon the tavern this night? Teddy Horse, the traveling Bard entered the town earlier that day. Men had gasped and yelled as fellow friends had come in, eager for a drink and a fond night away from works and the endless strands of terrible news. Not only half an hour ago was this tavern quiet, but now it had turned into a resort of partying. *The door had flung open, ghastly amounts of people poured into the room. Truly the mood was felt tonight, and as the mood was expressed so were the people all lined in heading towards the Wranglers inn and tavern.* Streamed fences of stone posted by trees lay stretched across holding animals in the northern part of town. But was sin terrible or was it rather right from wrong? Are there different types, who cared as long as someone knew right from wrong, Chaos from lawfulness, and most of all neutrality the most powerful of all? Liveliness stirred through each doorstep of cottages and wood houses. However, on this night, the town had sprung up, not of the news, and not of any wealth but because it was human depravity to surge with sin.
Looking farther down to the southeastern side of the kingdom held the town Willows Witch, ran by lord Willow and his trusted council member Dale the once curried. Each town quiet, to a certain extent until the news had spread faster than a wildfire through the forests and old brush during winters. Mostly in a long while as the kingdom rested wrapped gracefully by the blanketing thickets and forest oak. The small thicket wood, mostly traveled by barren roads and merchants…but when was the last time they had seen merchants. One known as the small thicket wood, and the other the large woods which were thick and found throughout eternal darkness. Stranding sough the south, past the Haevgaten woods which consisted of two sides. The webbing left small gaps, weeping stars which glimmered and smiled down to the world which fought back with cruelty and degeneracy. However, she weaves her spells of darkness across the world, each spin of her fine and dark silk covered the sky making the light retreated over the horizon and forever away. *Once again the night had gone mistreated, always had it stretched show. “Goodbye: she whispered as she crawled through the window and out the side of the garden, leaving the castle behind her. Taking one last look around she touched his desk with a deep sigh, picturing him laughing as he rocked back on his chair making fun of her tiny stature. She took money, jewelry, a bar of soap and a few clothing essentials. Running through the woods she slid into the prince’s room and started to pack a bag. “Fyzenguard” was all the paper said, and that was all she needed. “Goodbye” he said shoving a piece of paper at her and turning to run the opposite way to draw attention from her location.
Unkilled hamburger meat full#
I have a name for you, find him and avenge my brother.” His blue eyes looked into her olive-green ones and his rough hands slid their way into her deep auburn hair, as he kissed her full lips roughly. ‘She is coming for you, and you need to go. “Leave” his deep voice rumbled hoarsely, his eyes glazing over. Lowering he sword she looked at him, her eyes filled with tears, “Ulric he is gone.” She sobbed once more the prince rushing over and grabbing her shoulders. The 6th prince was walking towards her, Ulric. Jumping up quickly she drew her sword as a branch snapped. Her heart was breaking, and she could do nothing about it. Four castles, 6 siblings, and all of them, trying to kill each other for the spot of emperor or empress. Prince Roderick was set to overtake the throne, he would have changed this way of life and its horrors for the siblings.
How could she have protected him from the Silver King? There was no answer, it would have simply been treason in Atlea had she found out the plan and struck first. He had saved her from being a concubine at age ten, let her hold a sword and protect him, and now he was gone. Lyra laid in the grass of the prince’s courtyard, her chest heaving as tears streamed down her face.
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