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Countess-Jellybean

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A Runner, A Fighter And A Commander

Walking into the stable with Dalry, Maia was surprised to see Hawkon brushing down her father’s horse. Muttered words were being uttered to this black beauty who stood placidly enjoying himself. “Hawkon.” Maia called and he patted Ealdor’s neck before exiting his stall. “Did you have a nice ride, my lady?” He asked politely. “Yes thank you, but I think something might be wrong with her, she seemed a little skippy.” Worry etched across her face. Hawkon came forward and stroked down Dalry’s neck. “When was the last time you rode her?” He asked calmly, his eyes staying trained on

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The Bow: Chapter 10 (Lacyra) The Dream

“La? Wake up La.” I heard a voice calling me from my dream or should I say nightmare. I feel my sword in my hand, blood dripping off the end. My eyes widen as I see who I have just attacked. Ronan is lying there looking up at me with sad eyes, blood pooling across his chest. “Lacyra! Wake up.” The voice surrounds me but I ignore it, all that matters is Ronan. He smiles gently up at me like he knew something I didn’t. I throw my sword down with a cry and kneel down beside him. I bring his head onto my lap because I know that wound and I know he won’t survive. “No, no, no.” I repeat over and over.

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Killing Time: Chapter Three

The old feelings were returning ones I thought had long since died. They died when my mother did. But Hawthorne was dredging up the memories, the laughter, my past. “Trust me?” Hawthorne asked, extending his hand to me. I stared at him, evaluating if I wanted to take this step. His eyes held the promises of my old life; they held the unforgotten friendship between us, the promise of no harm from him. Those green depths drew me in and I relented, taking his hand and linking my fingers through his. “Always.” I whispered in answer to his question. I almost laughed when I asked “So what’s your plan?” H

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