The Kingdom of Frinda

One of the most well know historical periods of Ancient China is the era of the Three Kingdoms, which records the period to some of the most well-known historical figures, heroes, and their complex yet intriguing relationships. The Three Kingdoms was a period of unrest, and battles which initiated in 220AD, when Wei replaced the Eastern Han Dynasty, and lasted until the reunification of lands in 280AD. Towards the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the emperor was losing power and influence, which led to the inability for Eastern Han to unite the whole land. At the same time, the country was in anarchy as groups of warriors were uprising and rebelling against Eastern Han, proclaiming themselves emperor. However, these powers were too weak to claim

attitude of matchless grace and dignity. Ah how beautiful she is! He springs forward with

1. Re-read from page 72 “Confused motions of rebellion stormed in him” to page 74 “Tears rose in his throat and slowly burned their way to his lids.”

As she hastily made her way through the long-winded hallway, the realisation of her husband being away at war suddenly hit her. The delight evident on her face swiftly turned into an expression of extreme woe. Heartbroken by the fact that he was missing this major milestone, her eyes were a waterfall, dripped with salty tears down her

The rest of the crowd rolled their eyes at the terrible pun. Even Zaelith, once she finally began to find her breath again. She recovered just in time to lose her breath in a startled squeek when a pair of hands grabbed her arms from behind, forcibly pulling her back on her feet. A quick glance over her shoulder revealed her assailant to be the mustachioed innkeeper, his paternal countenence twisted with lustful intentions. Even as her unwilling host recoiled in horror, Zaelith reasserted her control over the body and offered the portly old man a mischevious smile, playfully sticking out her tongue

Instead the emperor’s gold-webbed eyes trained on Bree’s belly, and the princess covered it with both hands, instinctively protective. Torriq’s pinched face soured alarmingly. “Gods, you didn’t―”

“They used whatever strength they had left to cry. Why had they let themselves be brought here? Why didn’t they die in their beds? Their words were interspersed with sobs. ”(35)

They are all sleeping in bed. A bright light hit Miriam´s face from the bedroom window, it woke her, and her husband Omar. A huge alarm is set off; outside their house, it is the bombing alarm. He jumps up from the bed, grabs her arm and screams that they have to run down to the basement. Their son, Ali stood outside the parents’ bedroom door, tired and yawning, Omar lifted his son, while holding his wife’s hand, and ran down the stairs. Another explosion hit outside their house. They see the bright light, and hear the screams from the people running

The men outside of the cell started to laugh at him. He looked utterly pathetic at the moment. He continued to shake as he looked up at her. She let go of him walking towards the cell door. The man opened it up, letting her out. Isaac watched as the cell door was being closed. He lied down on the floor, continuing to cry. He couldn’t believe the things that were happening to him. The slums were more messed up than what he was led to believe.

"You don't look surprised to see me, Ms. Swan." The Queen tongued the scar atop her lip, slow and deliberate, before continuing, "As a matter of fact, you don't even look scared of me." The caricature of Regina laughed- a stutter in her eye drawing cleavage Emma swore she didn't see. "Why is that?"

The maid’s heels clicked against the stone floor; the tea set rattled with each step forward. She rapped on the door to King Ordan’s bedchamber. She was allowed entry so she slowly swung the door open. The king sat on the edge of his bed with a book in his hands.

The Lord sighed as he knelt down in front of the other. He took off his hood smiled so saccharinely at him. Steward’s face turned bright red as he stared at the most handsome male in the entire world.

“Has his condition changed any?” Berlin looked over towards Sana standing in the door. Berlin paused and shook his head no. He had only been in the king’s presence when Sana was requested in court. And even then he tried to stay as as far from the center of attention as possible. Now, with his highness so close to him, Berlin was afraid to even breath wrong let alone speak.

Walking over to the bench, he asked her “Kassady, Will you do me the honor of being my

Theo had already seen the same expression in his sister, when she spoke of the guard that helped liberate Vrol, and in Beyla, when she addressed his cousin. But it was very weird that a warrior