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Computer Love*IcyPrincess*: what do u mean?
/Shyman: i. . i uhm
This computer chat just went awkward, Lily sat in her chair staring at her computer screen. Her best friend, Kyle, just typed i love u, but then he tried to act like it wasnt there, and then he wont stop stuttering. Lily was frustrated but also nervous. She liked him too but never thought it would work out. Both of their parents are divorced, they both go to the same school, they like the same books, and they both adore the color red. It was perfect, but the problem was:
they were both ridiculously shy. Not either of them could summon up the courage to say how they felt, but it had gotten to the point where it was just ridiculous.
*IcyPrincess*: come on kyle this isn't fair, please explain it to me
/Shyman:. . .
/Shyman: well i. . . . Lily i. . . i don't know how to. . .
*IcyPrincess*: just try. . pleas 4 me?
/Shyman: well i. . . i like u lily a lot and . . . well i just. . nvm
*IcyPrincess*: no go o
Final Goodbye. . .Zera lay on her back, the smell of blood and burnt grass filled her senses. "Why?" she whispered to herself. "Why of all places, did my home have to be raided?" she knew of the raids in her hometown, she knew very well of them, but she never suspected that her house, of all houses would fall victim to the cold-blooded murderers.
Now she lay on the broken ruins of her house, beaten, sliced open, and violated past the point of recovery. Although out of all this she did not feel bad. She protected her loved ones, her family escaped because of her and now they have a chance to live and be free.
"I'm sorry mama, but. . .you'll live a better life. . . it may be rough for u. . losing your only daughter but. . .. I'm sure you'll cope with the boys. . . they'll help u recover. . i know they will." her voice broke and a fit of coughing shook her body, blood bubbled up and splattered out of her mouth due to the deep wound in her stomach.
Pain was everywhere, pain was everything. But the fact her
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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