Fantasy, 3rd Person
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (General) British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC)Transcript
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they're ringing rain. They cried with deadly voices, and immediately their leader urged his horse forward into the water, followed closely by two others by El Breath on Luthi. In the fair, said photo with a last effort lifting up his sword. You shall have neither the ring nor me. Then the leader, who is now half across the Ford, stood up menacing in his stirrups and raised up his hand. Photo was stricken dumb, he felt his tongue cleave to his mouth and his heart labouring. His sword broke and fell out of his shaking hand. The L Force reared and snorted the four. Most of the black horses had almost set foot upon the shore. At that moment, there came a roaring under rushing, a noise of loud waters rolling. Many stones dimly. Proto saw the river below him rise and down along its course, there came a plumed cavalry of waves. White flames seemed to photo to flicker on their crests on he half fancy that he saw amidst the water white riders upon white horses with fluffing mains. The three riders that was still in the midst of the Ford were overwhelmed. They disappeared, buried suddenly under angry foam. Those that were behind drew back in dismay with his last failing senses. Photo heard cries, and it seemed to him that he saw beyond the riders that hesitated on the shore, a shining figure of white light and behind it ran small, shadowy forms waiving flames that flared red in the grey mist that was falling over the world.