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My name is
Tyra. I am seventeen summers old, and had lived with an old woman whom I
call Gramama. I lived in a small cottage in the middle of th..
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Two years later, I was
singing a song that I had made, working in my garden. I had just gotten
to the part about the sun and moon, when there was ..
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A week later I was leaving the cottage in the woods behind. I looked back, riding on Swift, Danicio's horse, behind Danicio. I hadn't talked much, sin..
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“What were those creatures?” I demanded the next time we stopped, which was the next afternoon.
“Orcs,” Danicio said sho..
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I observed a lot of waving around of arms over where Danicio was. I smirked to myself at the sight of Danicio, knowing in the back of my mind that ..
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The next morning, we quickly picked up camp and readied the horses. Things were much calmer that morning than they were the night before. I rode on S..
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The next day I saw smoke coloring the horizon, and as we approached the settlement, I grew more and more afraid. I knew that there were tons of races..
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Thwack! My practice sword hit the wooden post with a vicious swing. Thwack! My footing started to waver as I concentrated mostly on my thrusts and ..
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After dinner, I was down
at the pond at the edge of the stables in the rear courtyard. I had a
metal bucket that I had persuaded a servant to let ..
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The next morning I woke
up with the bell, and rolled out of bed, groaning. I hated getting up in
the morning. I dressed in my Hunter’s unifo..
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