Summary : A Story Of A Tale?

This is a true story about two heroes. This story takes place during the summer of 2009. A family was spending the 4th of July weekend at the lake in Central Minnesota. The first hero’s name was Tatum. He and his step-sister, Bailey, were the first two on the tube. We made several laps around the lake until he saw another boat heading directly for them. Tatum was on the side closest to the oncoming boat. All he could think to do was to get bailey off the tube before it hit them. He pushed her off the back of the tube just as the boat rammed into his right side. The sound was an awful, loud thud as the boat drove over the tube without even slowing down.

One day while Laura and Carmilla were scavenging to find food a group of the soldiers said,” You have been wandering and asking for food, the king will not allow that to happen.,”

Not only was the man unlikely to accept recompense from years on the run, but haughty arrogance was still quite present in her tone, even if such a thing was unintentional. Of course, Princess Melanie was also quite unaware of the man’s newfound affiliation with the Fraichin Empire. She was quite sure that he had sold his sword, but she had assumed that it would be to common criminals, not her mortal enemies. Yet, there she stood, ever confident in her silver tongue as the dimming sun lay on her face, anxiously awaiting the answer of the armed traitor before her. She concluded her pleas with as much of an innocent tone as she could muster, though it still retained her regal authority, quietly inquiring “So, do we have a

I don’t know whether to scream or run when I see my betrothed appear from the shadows. He’s a prince, he’s Silver, he’s the enemy, and yet, here he is, standing with one of the leaders of the Scarlet Guard. His companion Holland, an aging Red servant with years of service behind him, seems to swell with pride. She steps toward us, gun in hand, but she’s just as nervous as he is. Still, her voice does not shake. “I want to hear it from your lips, little prince. Tell me what you told him,” she says tipping her head toward Holland. Maven sneers at “little prince,” his lips curving in distaste, but he doesn 't snap at her. “I want to join the Guard,” he says, his voice full of conviction. She moves quickly, cocking the pistol and taking aim in the same motion. My heart seems to stop when she presses the barrel to his forehead, but Maven doesn’t flinch. “Why?” she hisses.

The frigid winter morning had not stopped Seraphina from wearing a dress of summer. Her hatred for the royal family left no room for concerns of the cold. With only a staircase to pacify her contempt, she prepared her weapons: cleverness and manipulation, shielded by a grin sweet as sugar. Amongst the suitors of Prince Dorian, she knew she stood out the most, being the only woman in his mother’s court with a brain. Although he was wrapped around her finger, there was no certainty he would help her free Terrasen. Her kingdom. Her home. Her heart beat faster than ever before as she knocked on the door.

Sebastian Unwin climbed into the airship, still wearing his armor and a large sack was thrown over his shoulder. He didn't need a chest like the other knights had for transporting their armor safely, not having many things by choice, so he decided to wear it on the trip back home, it would be easier and feel less heavy if he wore it rather than carried it in the sack like the rest of his clothes. Sebastian hadn't brought many things with him when he left to train at the academy, he didn't have much to take. His sack had a few pairs of old clothes, which did not fit well due to his more muscular frame. Thanks to his training, Sebastian was no longer the lanky teenager he was when he left. There was also a pair of old shoes and a plain wooden box that contained all the letters from his best friend, and now his ward, princess Aewyn Darkwin-Revalon. He had missed her dearly during his time away and had written to her often to try and ease the guilt he felt for leaving. The two of them had grown up together in the castle, being fairly close in age, and his parents being trusted and higher ranking help in the castle. His father was one of the King's personal knights and his mother one of the Queen's lady in waiting, so Sebastian grew up not wanting for much.

" Does everyone understand the plan" I said staring at my siblings Charra, Alaya, and Angel.

I am who I am. I talk to each and every one of you everyday. I promise you that you know me well. I will tell you a story that takes place in a particular town, where as strange as it was, no one left, and no one entered it. It existed just as you and I did, breathing, living, and suffering.

Ryder stared at the ultra ball in his hand as N and Gladion sat in front of him. He stared at it for a minute before spinning it.

It was November 29 1864, I was with my brother Kiaan. He was fifteen years old. My name was Hansh and I was only thirteen years old. We were outside my village practicing archery. My brother was a really good bowhunter, he taught me everything I do. Once we headed back to our village my mom was cooking corn and deer meat, that my father killed the day before. We were planning to have a picnic soon. Then it happened, we heard screaming and hollering across the village. My brother and I looked around our Tipi and there we saw it. Hundreds of soldiers were attacking our village, my heart sunk. I thought my life was over, my dad screamed “Get back!” My brother told me “protect your mother and get away from here” So I grabbed my mother's

“Give it back!” I shout at Ashley Ashton with her perfect skintone and out-of-a-photoshoot-hair I wish I had bright and gleaming. “It isn’t yours!” Her sharkish smile brightened.

James drags his wounded leg. Trenton stands, James fires, misses. The humanoid returns fire. Blasts James' chest.

¨ Wow, this is… different” Alayah sighs as she sweeps her long, blonde hair out of her face and squints looking up at her new house. ¨ Chin up princess; don't look so glum,” says mom as they hop out of their oversized truck and start walking towards their new farm home. Alayah had lived all of her life in the suburbs of a big city in California, but after her parents divorce her mom wanted to move to a farm in a tiny city outside of Nashville Tennessee. So here they are, walking up a big hill to their new lives.

In the five years since Kenna and Val’s wedding night, the world enjoyed an unprecedented period of peace. The only action Kenna and Val ever experienced was their weekly sparring session outside the castle. Val insisted that she and Kenna keep their fighting skills sharp and Kenna agreed on the basis that Val, occasionally, dressed for a formal event and acted dignified. After a few hours, they walked, hand in hand to their horses and began their ride back to the castle, when they noticed a small camp filled with mercenaries in the forest. Kenna rode up and asked these men to state their business, to which one of them replied, “funny you should ask, because it’s you!” Without warning, the mercenaries attacked, only to find out that it was

The wind had blown a tempest for nearly a week, bringing endless rain and sleet with it and driving even the hardiest souls into the barren fortress of Tintagel. Except for Elyan, who was cursing his decision to volunteer for this task and spend winter away from Camelot, where it was undoubtedly sunny and beautiful the day before Yule.