Essay : Chapter 1

"...I feel no shame, with shield and swordand armor, against this monster: when he comes to me I mean to stand, not to run from his shooting flames, stand still fate decides which one of us wins. My heart is firm, my hands calm: I need no hot words. Wait for me close by, my friends. We shall see, soon, who will survive this bloody battle, stand when the fighting is done. No one else could do what I mean to, here, no man but me could hope to defeat this monster. No one could...try..."

1. Why does the Indian classical tradition dominate the musical image of South Asia in the west?

The night’s sky was a foreboding glow, displaying the remnants of the chaos that proceeded on that very night. The air was calm and still, leaving no trace of the strong, mighty wind that had once seized it. Seeker Gawin and Annabelle emerge from the Great Fall forest, heading in the direction of the marketplace of the Masonburge Village with a bewildered first commander, who was heading back to the castle, passing them with his men riding a few feet behind. The people of the village have gathered in a somber mood, watching the last of the king’s men carry away bodies on one of their horses.

EMILY is a small commercial vessel operated as a passenger launch and skippered charter vessel in and around Port Fraser Harbour.

My only guide was the bright North star hovering above me like an angel. I glanced down at my dress, dirty and torn, and then at my bare feet that were bruised and battered. Walking through the dense forest, I reached a battlefield with the carnage of soldiers and horses. I maintained my posture and continued walking in the direction of the north star. I was glancing around hoping to find

I see nothing but darkness, a blindfold, and only feel the slight climate change as i enter the new realm. I have no idea where I am, all I remember was me kicking and screaming. I kept repeating to myself, “ I am Adela winters, daughter of the head farmer…” A few minutes, it felt like hours, went by and the carriage I was in came to a complete stop. I heard a man yell for me to come out of my carriage, but I was bound and blindfolded. I tried to speak but a soft, silky handkerchief was stuffed in my mouth, so the most I could do was mumble. I heard the man curse then a door slam open. The man’s breathing whistled through my ears as i listened to him orders.” you are to leave this carriage after 30 seconds, do not mention this to anyone or I will find you and hunt you down miss winters” the man said. He cautiously removed my binds and left.

The sound of bizarre clicking echoed as the Moon Maiden readied another spell. Kate’s mind was spinning through the various effects and looking for something that would cause the Ancestors enough pain to distract them. The Moon Maiden had chosen her course of action. Kate had to escape the Ancestors’ grasp and return to the secure presence of the humans. There, the Ancestors could cause no harm to her.

Kaboom! In the matter of seconds a fun time can turn into a panic of terror. Looking around, seeing the sheer excitement on everyone's face. Not one of us had second guessed this idea. It was completely silent, not one cricket chirped, in the dried out grass clearing. Although it is a peaceful little place, it's not going to be so soothing and tranquil any longer. Now came the roar of the explosion, echoing through the wood. A violent blast of burning hot air hit my face. Shrapnel of glass bottle pierces my skin. Gunpowder and debris from the oak wood tree dusted my lips, having a bitter disgusting flavor. A blinding flash of light dazed me, white spots began to spread around my line of sight. The sounds of laughter at the campfire, cars passing by, and the wind whistling through the trees suddenly all went quiet, but a rising tone of a broken amplifier replaced all the other noises, causing us to become disorientated. Not even being able to hear the crackling of leaves beneath our feet, over the insane ringing.

She seemed to fall back at such a question, but taking the step I wouldn’t take and grabbing my hand to pick me up off the ground, she smiled softly; holding onto me as tenderly as possible, “I know you don’t. I mean, all this time you’ve chased after me and blamed me for everything. It must go against everything you believe in, but listen, I’ve never wanted to harm you and I never will. You’re a part of me. If you want to blame me and hate me for making you live with me after all this too, you have the right to do that. For now, just know that I’m gonna take care of you and the next time I see Lalnable, I’m gonna thank him and then flux him up, I

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As the travelling knight Ironias walked through the village, he was assaulted by the various sounds and smells of the market. The town was one of many in the region, but unlike most others this one was overlooked by a colossal castle. It was a kind guardian to the town’s citizens and an imposing monolith to those who would seek to attack it. Ironias

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“Dear goddesses,” the man moaned, clutching his head and trembling. “Am I in the dungeons again? Guess I am.” The man shook violently and Ulrich was concerned.

I keep going and eventually arrive at the most easterly edge where my mother's grave lies. A statue of an angel is depicted mourning over her casket, the unwavering wings encasing her body, keeping it safe as her soul journeys heavenwards, and for its eventual return.

She felt the change in her surroundings like a storm rolling in across the sky, and all at once, a choking sense of foreboding fell over her. Damaris felt the inner source of her powers start to fight her for control, gaining in strength and aggression. She needed to take a moment to regain mastery of the wild magic deep inside her core. The power had bubbled and churned within her for as long as Damaris could remember. As a child it had been a warm comforting friend, a soft feeling of safety that helped her in small subtle ways before she even understood what it was.