English Third Person Fiction
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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
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challenges! Growled Guards. Wog! The horses shied away from the gigantic Orgel look nice, were appointed roughly two miles away. Five sleek boats, black. A speech had landed upon the near bank of the Yukon river. The boats are issued a swarm of men carved in the library of Salvator. IX's army. The sorts spears and shields caught and reflected the light. ARIA shaded her eyes with a hand and squinted at the soldiers. I put their numbers between 270 and 300. Why so few wonder, German King, Orange Scout. We could obliterate an entire group and not lose a man maybe, Suara. Maybe not counting on the words, Guards, folks at it. The Dragon King is a false tongue, traitor, Herro graham, but his mind is not feeble, scanning a hungry weasel. The soldiers assemble themselves in orderly ranks and then began marching towards the bargain. Looking back at the approaching soldiers, Suara said, I can think of no reason to engage them in the open. We can pick them off with archers once they're within range, not a single one will escape alive! She concluded with evident satisfaction. The raising horn that had announced the arrival of the soldiers, sounded once more so loudly that arrogant Aria and the rest of the elves covered their ears arrogant wins with pain from the blast and asked Sephora, Where is that coming from? Maybe it's a diversion. Way arrogant, forgot what he was going to say, as he saw a steer of motion on the far side of the yet river, behind the veil of sorrowful willow trees, Red as a ruby, dipped in blood red as iron heart to forge, red as a burning ember of hate and anger thorne appear above the languishing trees. And upon the back of the red dragon there sought murtaugh in his bright steel armor, thirsty in Saratoga, high over his head. They have come for us, said Sephora. Arrogance, got twisted, and he felt Sephora's own dread, like a current of bilious water running through his mind.