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The wind flowed over the grassy fields, causing the amazingly tall blades of vibrant, green grass to sway and bend in rhythm with this breath of the..
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Lyson Elderwind held the Bishudu staff loosely with both hands, as he had been taught by his training master. He kept all his muscles relaxed and lo..
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His father stood in the doorway, but he continued to blatantly ignore the older man as he continued to go about the act of packing.
“Your m..
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Lyson Elderwind felt himself jostling against the other two men sitting on the seat with him as the bus hurtled toward the damaged Spire, his mind r..
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It seemed as if they had been climbing for hours. His arms were actually starting to tremble with the strain of pulling his body up one rung in the ..
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Cold dampness penetrated his flesh, seeping into the cloth of his brown, cotton pants and the back of his white shirt where his bottom tou..
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His breath caught in his throat as the ghastly roar died away in the long tunnels of the dungeon beneath the Ifling fortress. He was completely unaw..
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Marius ran the tips of his fingers over the cold, unyielding stones that made up the walls of his castle, his fortress, his home. A cold breeze drif..
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