Fantasy novel audiobook narration with multiple accents and styles
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (General)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Let's release him now. She says with excitement. It warms Art's heart to see the bird once so pitiful and weak now. Fluttering from perch to perch with ease. He needs to join his own kind back in the jungle. All right. All right. Slow down. Arto laughs. His sister was practically bouncing up and down her eyes sparkling. He watches as she gathers the bird up in her hands. It no longer pecks at her but gives a nervous chirp as she talks to him in quiet, soothing tones. Its multicolored feathers shimmer in the sunlight. You're going home. Sweet boy. Yes, you are. Oto opens the gate. Pria spreads her palms. They smile as the Pera takes flight twittering as it soars into the air. They watch as it lands on a nearby branch. Looking back as if to thank the girl. Then with a flap of his newly fixed wings, it flies towards the green of the horizon. Back to his homeland. Prius screams in horror as the bird plummets to the ground. An arrow thrust through its body, cold shock rushes through as his sister falls to her knees besides him with a pained moan. No, No, the little bird lies motionless, rainbow wings, unmoving, black eyes, not seeing the sky above the arrow pierced its heart. If not for the cruelty of such a senseless kill, one might wonder at the skill of the archer. Pria reaches towards the bird with shaking hands then gets slowly to her feet brushing at angry tears. Arto follows her glare to see Seranna standing nearby. A satisfied smirk on her face. Bow in hand. Risto stands next to her clapping and cheering bull's eye sister. Nice shot. Pria stomps over to them. Her hands glowing chest heaving you you inhuman beast. She screams, throwing out her hand and sending an energy blast at Seranna. The girl is not prepared for it and the force sends her tumbling to the ground, her head hitting the ground hard. She lies on the grass, stunned shock ripples through art. He's never seen Priya retaliate to Saran's bullying before. Even from behind, you can see she's trembling with rage. He rushes after her. He is wary of what his cousins may do. Bala is watching from a distance and signals to Thanos. The general heads towards the Children long strides heavy like a bull. His amusement turning to a smile. Risto throws an energy blast at Pria knocking her down. Rage shoots through Arto for years. The siblings have injured their cousin's bullying, they cannot take it anymore. Risto stands over Pria pointing a wooden sword at her neck like their mentor had done only weeks earlier. His handsome face is twisted into a malicious grin with a growl. Arto rushes forward and tackles his cousin to the ground. Pria scrambles to her feet behind him. You dare tackle me, Risto shoves Arto as they both get to their feet. His jaw clenches. He's not aware of Ao's training and has never been confronted physically by his cousin, Ote's eyes dart to the wooden sword. Turning in Risto hand Bala stands up from his seat. A smirk on his face as though he's anticipating the fight. The general has stopped too. His arms folded. They're waiting to see Risto pulverize his weakling cousin into the ground. The boys eye each other while Seranna recovering from Priya's energy blast, snatches a sword from a nearby rack. She throws it over to a with a smirk. This should be interesting. She mutters with excited anticipation. The hilt slides easily into his palm as if it belongs there. He turns it over in his hand glaring at his cousin enough of the bullying killing that bird was cruel enough but to threaten his sister in the past, he always walked away from confrontations, the desire to keep the peace forever stronger than his desire to fight. But this is the last straw. He will not walk away today.