The warrior Aywin stood, cutting Viansola’s words short. “Take time to rest, my lady. Your heart breaks and your mind seeks vengeance on an enemy you do not yet know.”
Anhaern scowled. “Did you not hear the same thing I did?”
“Aywin, sit down please. You as a warrior should understand her pain. You should understand the need for vengeance.” Trindal said with a nod to Anhaern. He cared for the girls nearly as much as his own son- Leavos- and as much as Lamruil.
“Take time to rest as Aywin has said. What will come to pass when you’ve calmed this fury will determine how soon you are able to find peace.” Theodmer cooed.
Harsh, sharp laughter rang through the room. The quiet of the city outside broke with the pained cry from a lone female’s
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Others described him as stoic unless something needed to be said., but that wasn’t the case now, and his father could see it. His eyes- full of sorrow and anger turned to Theodmer. Haldir hid his smirk when the general flinched.
“Send us to Thugh Kalduhr.” He said with a quiet voice. An ink bottle dropped to the floor, clattering loud in the silence. Narcian’s words were powerful, ceasing all activity for a moment while Haldir only smirked. ‘Like father, like son.’
“My young lord, I do not think this choice is wise. You’re too valued at home. Your youth prevents me from considering your request. I’m sure the council will agree.” Theodmer
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They knew Aranethon made a clear point. He and his friends had been bred to fight from a young age. Their fathers were important military figures and commanders. He ignored the council now and stood besides his once again quiet friend.
“We took risks riding into our first battles, even if our parents commanded us. By the grace of our people and the love of Vyarae, we lived. We survived and became heroes. Let us do it again! Let us go to Thugh Kalduhr. Anhaern and Sariya will have their revenge and we can aide our allies and show them that the elves of Milhalion Caelora are with them.”
Lamruil silenced Theodmer’s protests as Faeranduil stood. “The winds are fair. Tomorrow, I’ll see you on your journey. Gather what supplies you need. You have my blessing and the blessing of the council.”
“They have the blessing of the king as well.” A sultry voice chimed from a seat hidden mostly in shadows. Faeranduil Ravenbreeze stood and moved to stand beside Lamruil with his son, Eroan beside him. Their golden hair hung down their straight backs and their eyes shown with pride and approval. The occupants in the room bowed their heads in respect of their king and prince before the two left as quiet as they’d
“Instinctively, with sudden overmastering passion, at at the sight of her helplessness and her grief, he stretched out his arms, and next, would have seized her and held her to him, protected her from every evil with his very life, his very heart’s blood… But pride
“The very winds whispered in soothing accents, and maternal nature bade me weep no more” (77).
The king of the birds to the kings of the ships, black eagle and white behind it, in full view, hard by the palace, by the spear-hand, ripped open a hare with her unborn still swelling inside her, stopped from her last chance to escape. Sing sorrow, sorrow, but let the good prevail.
Demetrius’s bones became cold at the mention of his master. He couldn’t count how many times his master beat him out of frustration. The wounds he received were so deep they’ve never truly healed. Demetrius shook his head to rid his mind of the nasty thoughts. He was no longer sure if he wanted to listen to this conversation. If the ladies were going to discuss his torture, he wasn’t keen on reliving his experiences.
" I ask you to recall what we said earlier: that you, son of Halfdane and gold-friend to retainers, ...
In Beowulf, the protagonist Beowulf is shown as a hero with extrodinary strength. This is not what makes him a hero. By definition, a hero is a man of exceptional quality. However this term does not do Beowulf justice. His self-imposed purpose in life is to help others, and eventually sacrifices his own life in doing so. Beowulf’s battle with the dragon serves as a critique of the notion that Beowulf is a hero. The Dragon section displays many of Beowulf’s heoric characteristics. Beowulf establishes himself as a hero by fighting the dragon, exemplifing strength and courage when fighting the dragon, and sacrificing himself so that others can live.
“Nonsense,” King Gabriel counters with humor in his voice. “Is this why you came? You wanted me to confess to something I had no knowledge of; and here I thought you finally came to your senses and were going to do right by your
All the men survived. They reached the warehouse at dusk. The large sliding doors were opened and there was a malevolent feeling around them. Beowulf told this men to wait with Unferth, “I will go alone. No one else needs to die today.” With that he vanished into the inky blackness. The doors slid shut. Beowulf turned on his flashlight because his armor was offline re-charging along with his night vision. He stopped at a ledge. Below was the flooded facility. When Beowulf was a child he had some red blood cells replaced with more efficient ones that allowed him to hold his breath for hours at a time. Beowulf shedded his armor and dove into the freezing water. His skinsuit keeping him warm and safe from electric circuits. He swam for two hours. His flashlight dieing.
Once upon a time, many years ago, there was a kingdom named Sylvestia in the land of Edvan. It was ruled by King Edward, the Mighteous. He was an honourable, faithful, generous, and caring king who treated everyone equally, whether rich or poor. Devastatingly, King Edward passed away.
Camillia commented, “I was a child, so there was nothing I could do, but I wish I was fighter then because I would have fought back during the times I was abused.”
“The heir to my throne will be born soon.” King Charles discusses with his trusty second in command Julian. “What do you think the Kingdom of Fortundale will be like when I’m gone?” the King asks.
"I'm sure that would be nice. For you. But suffering in the soul yard is much more effective." He waved the two night Raiders beside him wave, motioning that Suprina was his. Reluctantly, the two troops marched off, only to be stabbed in the heart and beaten to death by children.
After yesterday’s horrific episode, however, I have finally snapped back to my senses, just as quickly and as unmercifully as you had snapped the necks of those young and guileless slaves- kids. They were just kids, Hugh, and if you attain the ability to execute such horrid deeds without any remorse.. towards children, even... I can’t ever fathom bearing a child of our own... or growing a healthy and happy family together; nor can I ever imagine us continuing to live under the same roof. Thus, I have departed- no longer obligated to ever envisage such ghastly
Beowulf is a very brave hero, he has fought and killed many creatures before, but this battle was different. He knew this battle was of great importance to everyone, and that made him that much more nervous. This creature was fierce and had been tormenting their village for as long as they could remember, so her death would be a huge victory for Beowulf and it would be an even bigger relief for the villagers. All of the people in the village were cheering for Beowulf as he walked away headed off to the greatest battle of his life.
“And he said that meens Im doing something grate for sience and Ill be famus and my name will go down in the books.