“You told me that the Nekrums wouldn’t invade while you were here. I was born into my life with you in it, and I’ve studied beside you since I could read. And I never saw you ill. What are you not telling me?” Burton looked to his feet. He seemed hesitant about what he was going to say. But then his mentor spoke the words that Montague never thought he would hear. “I’m dying,” said Burton. “Just days ago, for the first time, I bled from a wound that I couldn’t heal.” Montague took a deep breath. “But you can’t die. If you are right about the Nekrums…we’ll need you.” “I can’t live much longer. Don’t you see? That is why the Nekrums are starting the invasion now. They know that after half a millennium I can’t stabilize this
It has been too long since I last wrote to you, so I thought I would inform you on momentous events that happened in my life in the last little while. The previous time I heard from you was when Gabriel turned three. I can’t believe he is about to become a teenager now. My goodness, time flies by so fast. I was so ecstatic when I saw your prior letter arrive in my mail.
It is day seven and I am so happy to proof to Peter and Susan that Narnia exist. We went to Mr.Tumnus’s house and there was a note that said that Mr.Tumnus was taken to jail by the order of the witch and cause my fault. I feel very sorry and decided to go and save Mr.Tumnus by following a bird. We didn’t know if it was on the witches side or not but we decided to go because he looked like he was a good guy. The bird was hopping tree from tree to show us how to go to save Mr.Tumnus and I also thought that he might know Mr.Tumnus.
There I am lying, I am awoken by a bright shimmering, yet quite bothering light, I slide to my right to find my angelic husband Demetrious, he was breathing softly and faintly, I wrap my arm around him onto his buff body, and his eyes stare at me gracefully, I come to acceptance and find myself thinking how this happened, from hopeless back then, to happiest I could be, and all because of one man, he made me feel gloomy like when we first met, his eyes would affectionately stare deep into your eyes. His bright personality brightened up my day, that one special day, the most beautiful day of day, it was a sunny, warm yet quite balanced day, everything was going normally, then carelessly out the corner he came, Demetrious, and one problem was that he liked my hearty, hysterical good friend Hermia. Hermia had a generous and gentle personality, she had beautiful eyes and I was very fondly jealous of her, she got all the cute, boys that I always admired, yet one day things unexpectedly turned the other way around.
"No," Patroclus interrupted, shaking his head. "It is no more of a great danger now than it was when it was alive."
Celie believes she has no power or say against her father and the choices he makes for her. Alfonso begins to talk about choosing a husband for Celie because he has grown tired of her and is ready to get rid of her. Alfonso also gets bored with his wife, and starts to gravitate toward his younger daughter Nettie again. Celie offers herself to Alfonso in an attempt to save her sister. Alfonso accepts her offers and has sex with her instead of Nettie, while his new wife is sick. Alfonso uses Celie for sex tries and in an attempt to turn the other girls against her he badmouths her and says that she’s a bad influence. He says Celie "ain 't fresh" (isn 't a virgin) and that she is “spoiled” Alfonso sees women as objects and once they have been
My names K-K the monkey this is what I look like: oh sorry, that probably scared you. This is me in all my glory:. Aren't I cute? Don't answer that! I already know that I am.
[RILEY mutters curses under her breath, but stopped once hearing another foot of footsteps. RILEY mutters even more.
“I couldn’t handle it David, when I found her I couldn’t handle it.” “When I saw her like that, my entire being shut down.” He put his other hand to the still painful wound on the side of his head. It was still very sore, upon putting his hand to it he could feel it throb in this thumb.
It dawned on me that I couldn’t be moved because the pain was too great, and I had already lost so much blood that it would be a matter of time before I would lose too much. I had finally come to realization with my
“I’ve got to stop them before they take out another place. You saw what they did to the hostages.”
Ever since we were young, she had to have everything. Absolutely everything. Delia had always been known to be the one who loved to laugh. I was known as being stern and still, but that’s solely due to all the pain Delia has caused me in the past and everything she has taken from me. Flirtatious laughter fills the house as Delia basks in all the attention from the interested men.
“Back away you foul beasts. I don’t want to die of the plague like you and everyone one else has,” said the Man.
“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.”
“Oh my god!” He laid me down on the ground. After that I could only hear faint shouts and it was all I could do to keep my eyes open. My head was swimming like crazy and it seemed all my senses were failing. “Bring the bandages and the first aid kit!”, I heard a distant call. But even through my lack of vision I could see that the call came from a distance of no more than 2 feet of my face. “Keep your eyes open”, “it’s just a little cut” I heard. A sting and a splash indicated the washing of my hand to clean the blood. Then a pang of pain and the soft dab of cotton. My finger tightened as a I felt cloth being tied around it. As I lifted my hand to try and look at the damage, all I could see was fabric that seemed almost dyed in crimson. This was quickly replaced by a new bandage and by now the bleeding had fortunately
"I'll start my search there. We won't lose hope that she may still be alive, but don't lose your sense of reality either." His voice had a coldness to it and his face looked like someone whose life was taken out of him.