English fantasy short story narration
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Transcript
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I died, I was sure of it. The truck had hit me head on and that have been it. Darkest blackness followed by the brightest white. And they're not woken up here. Wherever here was, the buildings were like nothing I've ever seen before. I was pretty sure that a good third off them were living trees with buildings and sign of them. Then there were the stone monstrosities, not castles, Percy, but more like above ground caves. Well, or inside out. I'm not sure I had not been inside one yet. Humans were allowed. That was the kicker, the rial. I'm not in Kansas anymore. Moment elves or explores dragons. You name it from fantasy, and it's here and the else rule it all you there, anarchist guard said, pointing at me and gesturing me over. It was early in the morning, and I've been just about to line up for breakfast. Taken aback, I looked over my shoulder as if there might be someone standing there behind me. But I've been the last one to leave our bank area and was most definitely the one he was talking to. Yes, sir. I ask politely that scene guards like him beat others when they went Respectful enough. You're due for your job assignment today. Follow me. He glared at me as if daring me not to follow him. My stomach rumbled. One says the smell of fried accent, whatever that you were like. Vegetable was their feathers floated past. But I didn't stop to look back. I was hungry, not stupid.