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Since you liked the last one, I've decided to share another :-), unfortunately I don't know that many. This one I remember was told to me by my uncle when I was about 14ish.
"I do not care for your blood, boy!" He roared, " I do not care for your childish, innocent reasons nor your petty grudges.
A gust of wind blows the door open. All faces in the tavern turn to look at the figure standing in the doorway while the storm gathers pace outside.
Chapter 1 I wake up feeling something cold and smooth beneath me. I groggily sit up and look around. There's large walls made from smooth stone infected by roots.
I was born for a reason. A purpose. An aim. To sow their misfortune. To kill. And to maim. But chose to change track. To rebel. To step out. To warn of death coming. To sing. Devout.
It will be known as 'Black Wednesday', the first Wednesday of June. It will always live in the memory, and I fear it comes too soon. I cannot tell you why it will, be such a tragic day.
Nine diamonds lay hid in the rough. Try to find them,. They're hidden,. No bluff. Search the kingdom far and wide. You will coax them,. From the dark which they hide. For they hold wisdom,.
Night lay on the valley.there was not many stars in the sky there was only three stars all a thousand miles away frlom each over.
An old grey wolf perched on top of a rock, over looking a river,he then tilted his head and howled and ten other wolves joined him around the river.
There was something in the air, like a calm before the storm, like the charge before the lightning, silence, from which, thunders born. It was the Fimbulwinter, the prelude to the end.
Torvaakin, the place that That the mythical and mysterious used to live in harmony until the end time 2012 ( the year 2012 to us humans ) brought a new ruler ,king Dolriif the shape-shifter ,who...
'Yo, Ho. Haul together, Hoist the colours high.
This story is the story of a young angel named Allen, he an average boy at the age of sixteen.
Remember those prophecies. The ones which we laughed at. Joked about; 'Bring it on 2012!' .
Storm looked at his mother aghast. He shook his silver fur ferociously then he growled and yipped "why me Mama?" Dusk sighed and gave an angry glare at her mate Snow. "Because your the one Storm.
A howl escaped her lips forming a beautiful song of a perfect melody. Her silver grey fur was shining in the moonlight, her gold eyes dancing with knowledge.
Nelson's eye was drawn by the sight of garment racks moving in his local department store. He investigated to discover a small boy huddling at the base of one such rack.