How To Write A Story Of The Story

"Sophia, You know that it's dangerous to have her here. She's running from her mate, and I gurantee that her mate wants her back. I just do not want to have an unwanted war on our hands." he finished and she nodded. She understood what he was saying, as did I. I knew that I was causing them a lot of trouble by being here.

Glancing at the small boy they ran away, disappearing behind one of the tents. Making sure the coast was clear, Reina lowered her bow and smiled at the remaining boy. It was at that moment when she recognized him, she had last seen the man in front of her several years ago. His crooked nose and bright green eyes were ones she knew well from her childhood. “Good evening Lord Howland.” She chirped, “It’s nice to see a familiar face.”

Cipher sighs, standing face to face with his fuming royal nephew. “It’s been a long day, and I am tired. And right now, I don’t have enough patients to deal with the craziness in this family.” He takes a step back, allowing two large Kingsman to pass. He watches Gabriel’s movements carefully, as the Kingsman surrounds

The squad of soldiers looks amongst each other and felt terrible. Maximus was affronted and his son frowned. He sighed and his eyes shimmered. “It’s okay Dad, I’ll take care of Mom.”

“R-right then. We should gather some provisions and supplies before we begin.” Garrin signaled one of the barmaids over again and asked for something to eat. Jessime commented to Garrin, “What’s this? Your third plate?” Garrin then chuckled, “Smartass. I’ll have you know it’s my second, thank you very much.” Jessime scoffed, “Regardless,” and he turned his attention to the rest. “We’ll rest here for the night. I’ve got to change my gear out anyway. I’ve already sent for a rider and he should be along shortly.” Zander gave his customary look whenever something tickled his curiosity. Jessime took note of Zander’s thoughts and replied to his silent question. “I’ll be traveling light this journey, with that said, I’ll take my

“Umm, so I have to defend a kingdom… and I need to fight the barbarians of the west, and I was wondering, since you are so strong, if you could teach me how to fight them.”

“The Angel needs to know of our ordeals, Your Majesty. Of course we’ll make sure to keep you from their hideaway, Your Grace. I promise you that.”

“Go away and leave us alone!” the disheveled maiden yells, stepping backward ‘till she couldn’t move any further. “My son and I have already been questioned by your men.”

Aelion, surprised, stared after her as she left and after a few minutes when she didn't come back he got up and walked over to the balcony. He looked out toward the meadow and saw a few elvish children run around while their parents hung back. He sighed and wished he had that type of

“You!” King Teravan recognized the brash young man in front of him and shouted loudly. “Guards! Guards!”

“The Conquerers coordinates are on the screen. Take her there gently Ristev, I don't want this ship to fall apart before we complete the mission.”

The two men on guard duty walked the outside of the makeshift wall surrounding the outpost. The outpost comprised their barracks, a few houses, a general store and of course, an inn. The inn saw only the rare traveler and had it not been for the men of the garrison which consumed its substandard refreshments, it would have been out of business long ago. Galius was in high spirits after hearing of their reassignment to the great city of Zarterith. He rushed ahead, turned and walked backward “Hey Cross, aren’t you excited? You’re going to get your first command soon?”

     “You can’t go over there! Unless you want to be killed. You are the only hope that this kingdom has to save them,” she warned.

I heard a rustling from the tree, startling me out of my peace. I jumped up reaching for my sword and shield that I carried with me at all times. Prepared, ready to strike, I lay in wait for a figure to appear; Blestung is behind me, holding onto my shirt, cowering in fear. Suspense holds us for a moment before a small child emerges from the brush, wide eyed and curious. He spots me, then for a moment seems relieved. Then he sees Blestung emerge from behind me. Fear overtakes his features; he turns and begins to flee back to the castle.

He mounted his horse swiftly and rode off in silence while his men followed. Octavian for some odd reason held Gabriela close to him.