| To my sisters and I, my uncle's small beef farm is more then just a farm. It's out yearly get away from real life and can let our imaginations soar to the sky. Here, on one small plot of rural land, we live in a different way. Here, we have created lands such as Blemish, The Shire, Igslaba... all which dwell in our minds alone as we use boards, sticks, tarp.. anything we can find in order to make them come true for one short weekend. |
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With only an instant's hesitation, Hartha swiftly drew the blade of her father's sword across her palm, her red blood staining the otherwise gleaming blade. With only a faint wince, the young queen repeated the process on her other palm, and threw both hands into the air in a wide, all embracing gesture before all those assembled.
"With this blood of my own flesh, and these words of my heart, do I take this Oath of Blood, to not use the power of my ancestors for my own gain, nor to force the people to act against their will. As far is it is within my power and authority, I hereby swear that my loyalty
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Despite its hour length, the journey to Marámanwa passed swiftly. During that time, Hartha found herself numb with disbelief and shock. However, one half formed thought made itself known-if Helegur had died, and the mercenaries still fought be orders, vocal or otherwise, had they misinterpreted the power of the Blood Oath? What force or strength did it have after the Ice King had passed? Or, had he truly died? Some small part of her clung to that small hope, for she felt as though she had failed him in his death instead of saving him.
"My lady- they left him over here, between the trees.
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"They have strange locks-ones of a kind such that I have not seen before." The fourth captain murmured to Beldatour as they returned to the dungeons with a small contingent of those who normally served as monitors swiftly made their way to the dungeons, their hands never straying far from their weapons. "Complicated things of wood and metal interwoven with each other, much like a puzzle meant to be solved."
"I know what you speak about," Beldatour replied, grimacing out of knowing memory. "Consequentially, you'll find that they cannot be picked either." After a few moments' thought, the third
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Chapter 16
"My lord, what would you have us do?"
Helegur was in the midst of holding a battle conference once more, debating with his advisors on their next plan of attack. "Altrasíve is no longer a threat; their inner government is either destroyed or too weakened to even hope to survive. Marámanwa however, is too well prepared for a possible revolt for my liking. Sarnéyare too, is well fortified but I think that Marámanwa is more of a threat, as it is both closer in distance, and because they are more recently prepared then Sarnéyare." Helegur paused, "Prepare to
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Love of writing It's as simple as breathing. I move my hand to mold the image supplied in my head. I hold my breath, hoping it will be what it is to me to others. The scars on my hands sometime shows. Though no one really knows, or really cares. I feel the splinters and the sweat mixed with blood show on my hand. The passion mixed with words. Words that work like magic to me, but bore others. So when I hear the words of others complain how writing bores to dLove of writing
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- Interests: Reading, writing, drawing, violin
- Favourite movie: LotR trilogy
- Favourite band or musician: Mark Schultz, Jars of Clay
- Favourite poet or writer: Tolkien
- Favourite style of art: photography, pencil
- Tools of the Trade: wide variety of pens, pencil, my imagination, violin
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 A writer at heart with not nearly enough time. Sunsets inspire me. There's a story behind each piece of music that's just waiting to be voiced. The farm is not just a smelly dirty place, but a door to your full imagination |
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