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Prologue Before the wolves came to Alitar, it was the home to a pride of tigers who wanted to stay together, having been together since birth. Liafear was the leader of this pride of tigers.
We sat with bated breath, expecting more. When none came, there was uproar. "That can't be all that there is?" Graeme Lernel calls out.
"Nice, doggy..." The animal was hunched on all fours, teeth bared. Riley was in trouble.
Hiag reached up. One hand over the other. Keep the rythem going. Three limbs on the rock face at any one time. His arms began to strain. Blood pounding, veins pumping. Arms on fire.
As Lavender walked through the door, she felt very uneasy. She looked around the room, as if checking that there was no one there, then she placed her pyjamas on her pillow.
The candle creates shadows that dance around me, taunting me, tormenting me. The ropes that bind me itch and when I look over to my wrists I see a red rash blooming and twirling round my arm.
Noxious fumes hung in the air. From every pile of rubble, every mountain of debris, a cloud of steamy, white gas rose. "Everything is so foggy." Sean wiped at the glass on his mask.
I bet there are things you do not know, About the beast that is white as snow, Yes, she has a horn upon her head, But also a mounting dislike of brown bread...
The teeth dug tighter. Hiag struggled to breath. Sparks danced around his eyes. The world turned sepia. Blacking out. Suddenly the pressure vanished. The wolves began to edge away.
Sorry that this chapter is short, I felt it nesacery in order to keep up the suspense. On the up side Chapter 4 will be released sooner. Yayyyy!!. Enjoy.
Once upon a time, there lived a little, ginger cat called Opuss. He was no ordinary cat, oh no, he had the amazing gift of storytelling. What's that you say. A talking cat. Yes indeed.
So he's a jolly good fellow So he's a jolly good yellow So he's a yummy marshmelloww I'm puttin him in my mouth.
Through rolling hills a topaz stream wanders, I have no map to show me the contours. I felt free, my curse has been lifted, my dragon had been released but had not left me.
There once were two angels, the angel of love, and the angel of power above. These were the angels who made laughter and fun, and in the midst of a great battle, each others hearts they'd won.
Once again they were walking along the same dirt path and Shadow started yelling some stuff twilight didn't understand, like 'Tyldnahff gdkaovnec dhakggsuv detxhrhux uavy abf sdgag dysarianika dhajgi...
Twilight looked around, wondering what else was weird about Averin. Leon made a waving motion to Twilight and she walked over next to him. In less than a moment, she saw a shadow in the trees.
The Sugar of Averin ~~~~~~~1~~~~~~~ Twilight was walking through the forest when she saw a cat with orange fur and green eyes.
Pumple Village is a small, quiet little village, settled on the outskirts of London. Peopl drive past it everyday, but never stop to visit, or even look, as if they can't see it.
A bird squawked at the edge of the forest, followed by the swish of an arrow and a thud. It made me shudder. Life was brutal and it took no prisoners, not even a defenceless bird.
Riley stood amongst the crowd. He was sure he'd go deaf from the noise they were making. Riley Morgan liked it quiet. Their camp's leader, Werner, had called for an emergency assembly.
I saw the angels singing of death. The last of the brave, unleashing their wrath. It was all in the old scriptures, the lies we wouldn't believe. So many a warning, so hard to see.
The remainder of my day was a blur; all that happened was the average. Nothing else happened out of the ordinary today.
"Gather round, gather round," he calls to us all. "Tonight is a night for stories and tales of the world.
"Down , down , down..." She seemed to be falling for hours on end. Until. She saw a pool of hot lava underneath her skirts.