Sya’s disbelief hardened into resolve at my bleak statement. “I don’t care how much weaker they are. I’m going to join them.” My eyes went as wide as saucers. “No, don’t! Please! The rebels don’t stand a chance, and I don’t want you to die! And think about all the servuses here. If the royal guard sees you associating with the rebels, everyone you knew here will be put under scrutiny, and it will never be forgotten, and all of us would lose any slim chance we had at escape.” Sya’s face fell. She pressed her lips together, and after a few moments spoke again. “I know. No one moral has ever usurped the Icaenan monarchy successfully. Do you know where the word servus comes from? The Ancient Language. That’s how old the Rang system is. But I’ve heard this rebellion’s plan. …show more content…
They intend to find a Verhangnis, preferably one that has recently discovered their magic, then use them to overthrow the king and queen. One powerful Verhangnis and an army of enraged citizens really has a chance against the guard, the enchanters, and the assassins.” I looked at her, not really sure if she was serious or not. “And what will they do with the powerful dark magic user? You said that nobody moral has ever succeeded in overthrowing the Icaenan government, and with that plan, that will still hold true.” Sya whispered even quieter than we had been, “They wo-” She was cut off by our arrival at our work sector. Shouts of, “Get to work!” echoed across the circular work area that was naturally enclosed in verhindern. Sya and I rushed to the area where idle servuses were assigned their jobs. Apparently today Sector B was carpentry and glassblowing, as servuses were crafting brand new sedan chairs, making various contraptions out of glass, and a great many were working on an elaborate coffin in another part of the Sector, made of diamonds, emeralds, gold, and silver. Suddenly an overseer’s breath was on my
As she was walking towards where the king was sitting, she could feel her heart racing rapidly. She tried to calm herself as best as she could, but to no avail wouldn’t stop racing. She sat right next to the king and politely but blatantly,”I would like to join your group of outlaws in protecting the people in
While attempting to place Baldera in my patrol vehicle, she became combative and refused to have a seat. She began to shout loudly at myself and deputy Parker, Baldera refused to enter the patrol vehicle and had used her right foot to prevent the door from closing. Deputy Parker and myself continued to struggle with placing Baldera in the patrol vehicle, Parker entered the passenger side and attempted to place Baldera in the seat, she continued to resist and would not place her legs inside the door frame. SGT, B. Gindler assisted with placing Baldera in the patrol vehicle, she was issued several commands and advised to stop resisting. Baldera continued to struggle with us, and the door was eventully closed. While in transport to the GCSO, Baldera began to kick the patrol vehicle's door's and windows, she stated, "I'll show you resisting arrest, fuck you and just wait till we get to the jail, I'll put up a fight."
"There is a spy! There are in fact two filthy, double-dealing, misleading, two-faced, liars among us!" I announce. Everyone gasps in horror as they are processing this dreadful news. I immediately start to panic. If these two spies got away with this information, the king would be informed, and that would be it for all the peasants. If I get put into prison, who will support my family? Michel is only 8, Adelina has no common knowledge on how to deal with money, and my poor, poor baby, Julienne, God bless you. I pity myself as I remember the hard times when no one could afford any bread, not that there was any at all. They were hard times. Julienne was down with the dreadful flu, no food or medicine to help, the next day, she was simply gone. This thought always brings me to anger. The nobles were just partying away while we peasants were dying. I had to end the absolute monarchy. Back to the situation, I thoroughly observed each, and every representative, watching their expressions and how the
"If my men are too scared to return without Hannah Curtis, I will happily let Miss Curtis kill them. There is no room for cowardice in these ranks, boys. I, however, am no coward and an honorable warrior will let me go free back to my Queen." The Commander sounds disgusted as he raises his voice to address me, assuming I'm somewhere near him. Which is true, obviously, yet he can't be sure.
Heads of the Capitonia’s where soon poking out the elongated Victorian windows. Their faces showing shocked and annoyed expressions. We watched as one by one they disappeared from view only to reaper at the doorway. Their cries of rage were inaudible, because of the loud crashes from the drum combined with the pounding created when our feet connect with the ground.
A man, now identified as John Lux, 50-year old resident from Victorville, was killed Saturday, August 1, 2015 in a traffic incident. The Victorville Daily Press reported the incident with information from the San Bernardino County Sheriff’s Coroner report.
"He's a tough kid he been through worse" said Poppy as she had her arms around Tristana. "Im so useless" said Tristana as she cried harder as she bury her face into Poppy warm arms. "Your a comander now act like one" demands Poppy. "I lost so many people and im am nothing " she screamed. "You saved me and alot of Yordles" countered Poppy. "No Teemo did, im just clean up" said Tristana."You both did" said Poppy. The door open next to stair as a familar figure appears. "Tristana you are now to escort you sqaud out of bandle city". "Where are we going" Asked the yordle guner. "We are going to ionia" Said Heimerdinger. "But why" Asked Tristana thinking about how Teemo will react to find her gone without a sound. "And for you, Poppy you sure you dont need any of my mens and you can hold the noxus and attacks while we are gone" said Heimer. "I dont repeat myself" said Poppy without looking at him. "As the leader of Bandle City you should show me more respect cimanded Heimer. "Yeah just like how you should tell your the people the truth right?" Mocked Poppy. "What did you say you midget?!" Said Heimer losing his temper. "Ah giving away tech to humans and geting pet like a dog" Mocked Poppy calm as ever. "Such a Leader such a disgrace" said Poppy. Heimer snaped as he prepared Rockets and aim at Poppy. "Oh you wanna fight old fool? Said Poppy and she challenged Heimer by raising her hammer against him.
“No. Not now. The garrison soldiers are listening to us.” my brother said walking in our private room. “Anyways I’m not letting my little brother get in trouble.” he said in with a happy grin. My brother is the leader of the group in our area. “I know it isn’t good to wait but we need to act in secrecy.” Then something was happening is the center of town while we were walking to our homes.
Meanwhile, in The Other Place, the battle continues. The council and the people of Langundo are planning the assassination of the new, mad king. But there is a more powerful enemy they have to encounter. The mysterious monarchs of Anzen are expanding their zone of influence, offering salvation from the cruelty of this world. Their methods are worse than war.
Isaac and Malessica, started sprinting with all their might. Gerard followed closely behind them. Sabra remained in front of them, seeing the glade right up ahead. She rushed towards it, before looking back at them.
The fantasy novel Throne of Glass takes place in the world of Erilea filled with forbidden magic and wars. It captures the journey of an eighteen year old assassin, also known as Adarlan’s most feared assassin, Celaena Sardothien. Having been enslaved in death camp for a year, Celaena is offered a deal, one that will grant her freedom she’s always wanted. Of course, it doesn’t come easy. To gain her freedom she’ll have to win it, by defeating twenty-three other people and serve as the King of Adarlan Champion/Assassin for four years. But as Celaena goes through the competition in the glass castle, one by one, the competitors start to get murdered and it’s up to Celaena to figure out who or what is doing it.
Some of the characters in the story wanted power but are not willing to do it the appropriate way. Without a doubt, these characters are devious, conniving, back stabbing people. Time and time after they did unimaginable efforts to gain power. More, Brutes and others slaughtered
In a time never given, a young girl suffers from Porphyria, and goes through a journey of self-discovery and acceptance in the short story, Lusus Naturae by Margaret Atwood. The reader never learns the narrator's name, and she is only known as Lusus Naturae, which translates into freak of nature. Diagnosed by a foreign doctor, the young girl seems to be forever cursed and becomes a burden to her family and shame to her village. Throughout the story, Atwood uses different forms of figurative language-such as symbolism and irony- and the first person narrative to portray the theme of how self-discovery can be an independent, and lifelong journey.
Gienah strolled along the meadows of Rigel, a city on the border between East and West Somnium. She had received a mysterious letter two days ago, seemingly made of too-white, too-perfect, and too-neatly-folded paper, seemingly having a message written in blood. Gienah shuddered at this thought. The letter was stamped with the sign of the Magics’ Stamp, and it was proclaimed urgent. It had read,
Scuttling innocently through the twisting corridors I bore the same expression; head down, shoulders hunched, avoiding any eye contact - my desperate attempts to deter the despot for one day at least. Despite my efforts, there was no escape, as seemingly within the second of having that naively optimistic thought, a cruel, callous voice demanded I surrender my broach. Fear spiked, as it always did, but with it came something else, an alien emotion ... Looking back now, I see that it must have been the cumulative effect of months of torment that brought me to the realisation that at this point I had reached the nadir of my life. Deriding cackles pierced my ears and this time I recognised the emotion, fury. It burned through my veins, along with the memories of the past to form a feeling of overwhelming power. I met the daggers that would usually invoke terror, and calmly, I said “No.”