Fleeter loaded his things into his sack, and got his weapons ready to be brought along. His bow and arrow wouldn't be necessary, but he decided otherwise. His dagger, inside the sheath, was safely placed in the pocket of his long, black cloak for emergencies, and his sword was, of course, always by his side. His loyal, black horse, Andrin, was neighing, seemingly immpatient. Fleeter stroked him, in an attempt to comfort his desperate friend. "We're in for a long journey, my friend," he said softly, sighing. They were heading to the Lonn, an Elven realm ruled by King Ronore. They had agreed to meet up in an attempt to take recent matters into their own hands, before it was too late. The Humans have once again …show more content…
Hours have pass since he last took off, and yet, it was already nightfall. He halted, and dismounted his horse, having to rest there for a while, before they continuing. He took out some food from his sack, and fed Andrin, before helping himself with a meal. Once he had finished, he got into his sleeping bag, and fell asleep. He woke up in the night several hours later, knowing that he could not lie down for the rest of the night. Besides, he only needed some rest. Being a Ranger, he needed little sleep, and would usually wander by night as well. Packing up, he awoke his horse, and they continued into the night. By dawn, they were still riding at full speed, tirelessly. Suddenly, Fleeter heard a voice, and halted. He led Andrin into the nearby trees, away from the voices, and stopped to listen. Clear as day was the voice of a man, deep and gruffy. Fleeter instantly knew who they were and why they were there. He peeked through the tall trees, and saw a group of 7 strong, heavily armed men, dressed in suits of mail and armour. Fleeter silently took out his bow, and carefully aimed an arrow at the foremost man. They were close to where he and Andrin were hiding in the trees, causing Fleeter to take caution. One of the men stopped in his track, only to say, "They don't seem to be here. Let's go this way." Agreeing, the rest of the men turned to their right, away
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I walked to the end of the line and halted. I knew I had finished. All my preparing resulted for these few minutes riding. I felt good about my ride, but now I must
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the TV had signed off for the night. He was in a lot of pain and
He had his head down resting on his crossed forearms, taking a nap. If you listen carefully, you might even hear his light snores.
He staggered back. The hunter was preparing for another strike. He formed the buckler of light and scolded himself for not doing it before. This time, he caught both of the blades. He leapt backward and slashed his sword upward. The hunter flipped backward to avoid the blow.
Although Audra wanted to remain alert and enjoy the ride to the seaside home, drowsiness claimed her and she nodded off with her head resting against Maxen’s shoulder. She was vaguely aware of him pulling up their blanket up to her chin, but then fell into a deep slumber with peace in her heart and the welcome sense she was loved and protected.
''Not we, Cisco. Me. I need to do this alone'' Instantly answered back the speedster, without hesitation. His answer wasn’t harsh, but it was firm and definitive.
Dressed in Daedric amour, the warriors had black and red strips of spiked metal adorning their large, strong bodies. Arrogant smiles covered their faces as drew their long lethal steels from sheaths attached to their waistband.
Todomatsu shot the arrow, the arrow hitting the tree bark. There was a sudden shock among the two. The realization hit shortly after, with Todomatsu jumping up and down, “I did it!”
Edwin Muir’s free-verse narrative poem, “The Horses” depicts the catastrophic aftermath of nuclear war, retold from the perspective of a survivor(s) In this exploration of a post-apocalyptic world, Muir critiques industrialization and the modern preoccupation with technical and scientific development. Subsequently, conveying that they are responsible for humanity's destruction. Yet, despite man’s hubris, Muir offers a redemptive conclusion, allowing humanity to reject the former old world that created such wars. In doing so, mankind reconnects with nature and works towards establishing a new way of living. Therefore, Muir allows for an optimistic ending, the old world of violence is gone, and now, man can move forward in simplicity and
“Stand up Mark of Teras,” said Iona. A frown crossed her face as she sniffed the air. “Aelred, you will be sorry if the bread burns because of all this arrow shooting.”
Carefully, he brought his spear back and with all his strength, lunged forward to stab the fish. But he missed. He tried again. And missed. And again and again and again. Getting frustrated, Henrik threw is spear down into the water. When he went to pick it up, he realized it was exactly where it looked to be. That's why I've been missing he though.
Fleeter immediately spotted Andrin, for he stood out with his pure black body and mane, for horses like him were only owned by Rangers.
“We need to hurry,” he said. “Hiah!” as he whipped the reins on the horse to signal it to pick up the pace. It was certainly a bumpy ride, between the streets and the rain whipping in his face, it wasn’t fun, but this is what he signed up for.