Persuasive Essay

When she was finished, she knew what she had done had been awful. She stood up, did her curtsey, and slowly walked back to her seat. She tried not to cry as she felt every eye in the room fixed upon her, and as she endured the pain from some of the negative comments some people sitting

Her eyes fluttered open and rested upon the figure in front of her, her bloodstained hand opened to welcome them. Hesitantly they reached out to grasp her hand, the blood seeping into their white linen glove. She gave them a smile and proceeded to lead them further into the temple.

Still I saw Marian's gaze as she seized fighting. Tears rolled down her hollowed cheeks as her eye locked to mine. They were empty, the spirit in her quenched but worst of all she looked at me understanding why.

“I am one of your many ancestors. It is my job to look over you when you are in a time of anguish.”

She stood hesitantly in the darkness of the roofed entrance, with the luminous thought of freedom taking over her mind. A ragged dress and a working apron on top completed the woman’s attire, and on her head lay a multi-colored headpiece. After many years of harsh work, she was apt to leave. She had the desire, she had the plan, and she had the courage. All she needed to do was take the first step.

It was almost midnight when he tossed a log on the fire and excused himself to turn in. Lauren made herself comfortable on the cot, but she was afraid to sleep. The tears flowed then, a sad sense of loss and frustration.

She looked towards me, her face growing ever paler, she trembled, as tears began to run down her, once rosy red cheeks. her gaping mouth began to move, trying to form words. however she found it difficult as her breath was leaving her

He turned his head. With features distorted in pain, he looked directly at her. The longing in his eyes was unmistakable. His mouth began to move. She couldn’t hear any words. There was only silence. His hand rose wavering beckoning her to come closer.

“Because there are spies in my father's court. I have to do something or they'll overthrow him someday.”

I stood up for a moment, meeting her eyes with mine. I stood paused with my head hung low, trying to figure out a way of saying it. I let out a quick breath of air as I glided down the wall and sat down. "Nothing," I whispered. "Go back to sleep while you can." I could see her tremble as she pulled the rotten cloth over her head and turn to her side, ignoring the smell and compelling herself to fall asleep. I forced my head into my hands and begged myself quietly not to weep. Makenna knew exactly what was happening in the courtyard, I couldn't cover up the stench of smoldering flesh and wood. "Perhaps you should too Shae." Her voice

“I know, but we all believe that there should be rules to frame this country of ours, and He doesn’t. We just have to stay away from Him and His men.”

"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.

By this time, she walked far enough to catch a short break. “Whew!” She bent down and had her hands on her knees to sigh. “Well that was a close one.” She stood back up and stretched her arms far and back to herself because it was still

“Richard I hate to ask to do this, but could you please drive your sword threw my heart so I can see if the spell worked,” Cynthia politely asked. Richard unsure if he should do as his sister asked didn't move for a second, but even he did as he was told. When Cynthia fell to the ground tears began to form in Richard's eyes and he sat down beside what he believed to be his sister's corpse. “Cynthia how could you be so foolish I should have convinced you to stay away from the magic the moment you became interested in it please forgive me,” Richard shouted. Richard pulled his sword out of his sister's chest and he threw the weapon across the room. Richard lifted the corpse his tears falling onto Cynthia's face that was still warm as if she

“This is it, Lili.” He smiled warmly and motioned around them. His chains kept his hands close to the floor. The dull, metallic sound and the power that came with it echoed again in her head. It made it hard to think. The chains seemed to be bidding her to flee from their prisoner. Run! they whispered, no good can come from staying. Flee. Now. She wished he would stop moving. “This is why I’ve been on your heels all these centuries. For this meeting, now. I’ve - I’ve been waiting longer than you could imagine.”