After Hunter had left the keep, he made his way around the keep out of the view of the guards and

“You know you're going to be late,right?” Said his mom scolding him “Yeah I know mom thanks for reminding me” says Hunter sarcastically “Your welcome sweetheart, I love you.” replied Hunters mom. After Hunter ate he got up and put his dish in the sink. “Let's go hunter, i'll meet you in the car! “ called his mom. “OK!” yelled Hunter. He grabbed his bag and ran out the door into his car. He put on his seat belt and quickly dozed off. Before he knew it he was at the camp.

Chapter One Arnaressa The Queen’s Palace of House Gramsion, The Darklands “Your Majesty, there is a rumour—” The Captain of the Guard, Butch, was in the middle of his sentence when Queen Arnaressa, seventeen of age, wed to King Darren, suddenly interrupted him.

“The men we sent to aid you said when they got there; the entire village was destroyed, still burning in a white fire. When they found you, you are standing over his body, your blade glowing a brilliant radiance while it was still plunged into that creature, and you unconscious still gripping the blade as if you’d die if you let go it,” explained High Marshal Macharius, as he strode from his sentinel position to the edge of Agernath’s bed.

“Read it again.” Bree looked at him incredulously, rosy lips agape. “You can’t be serious.” Hunt grinned at her, his broad face a curious blend of drollery and love. “Aye, I’m serious. I don’t think I’ll be able to practice properly at lances without another go, so deep is my need.”

Gawin examines the slit, before cautiously stepping inside. The drastic change from darkness to light has slightly blinded him. He covers his eyes, taking a minute to allow them to readjust to the light. An overwhelming scent of lavender and vanilla overpowers the air. “Where will I find my answers?” he inquires, looking down to see Annabelle gone. Baffled, he looks onward at the scene that is still forming in front of

He picks up the pace even further and waves as he passes the blacksmith’s hut and then he is gone kicking up dust as he dashes past the barn almost to the kitchen when…

"Good boy" Aomine said as he dismounted of the 17hh cremello stallion, not to far off in the bushes something groaned Aomine swivelled around and stalked towards the general area of where he heard the groan,pushing the branches aside he came into contact with some red hair, the strangers' eyes fluttered agape only to come into contact with two incandescent analysing navy orbs of a dark skinned man, snarling in the others face he shuffled backwards only to grimace in excruciating agony.

“You two are far too cautious, I know exactly what I’m doing”. He padded over to stand nose to nose with the dusty brown warrior. “Now, as I was saying CinderLeaf! I want you to wait in that bush over there”. He pointed with his muzzle to a large elder bush opposite the badger’s den. “I’ll lead the badger out into the middle of the clearing and you two will jump out of your hiding places and attack, got it”

Scarlett walked into the cafeteria and was shocked to see that it wasn’t as elegant or formal like the rest of the school, but instead looked like any school’s cafeteria would. She walked in slowly and stood there for a moment as she scanned through the crowd of people

"Ha," one slurs out, "you think that's something? Wait to y'all hear this." He raises the mug to his grimy face before continuing with a rude burp. "So, I just got finished havin' a tiff with some busty farmer's daughter, a real dairy cow, and I find that wraiths have flooded into the field. The specters start to come after me, but I wasn't intendin' to let 'em get ta' me. Drawin' my blade I strike at the baddies, shredding

“Wolves? There haven’t been wolves in these woods for decades, not since you folks chased them away.” Bender narrowed his eyes, crossed his arms, and glared at the men.

“The wander chased the birds away with his cudgel and inspected the human remnants. Significant portions were missing. There was an arrow through the skull, protruding at the back of the neck. The old man looked nervously around at the brush. There was no one is sign, but there were plenty of footprints

"Morrigan fears this place more than anything. She claims there are many reasons to stay away from the swamps and has made them sound believable. It is easier for her to hide behind the many different tales that claim ill spirits are at work here than admit to the truth and lose everything she's worked for." There was a short pause in Leon's explanation as he steered his horse around a half crumbled cairn.

Rolling a wad of tobacco with his tongue, the blacksmith puckered and spit into the hot bed of coals. A burst of steam marked where spittle met searing heat. Wiping his chin with the back of his hand, he said, “Minimum of six bits for the whole day

Beyond the village--home of Mary and Harold--the capital city was slowly transitioning to modernity: tall concrete edifices sprouted up like weeds, inching out traditional construction, consisting of residences amid small grocery stores. Vintage (very old) Toyota (and few Lada and Peugeot) taxis littered the city roads. Furtively encroaching modernity was