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When times are darkest
All hope already lost
There shall come heroes
That fight at any cost
To right the wrongs
And fight for truth
They shall be brave
Cunning, and aloof
But their mission
Shall be cut short
Until the time comes
When one of the court
One of the moon
One of the trees
One of the sword
And one of the cheese
Shall come forth
And save the world
From the abominable rule
Of a six year old girl
Chapter Three: The Replacement Chosen Ones (or the chapter in which we meet the second rate replacements that are going to try to revive the chosen ones.)
In the corner of the tavern a lone traveler sipped at his ale. He was not in a good mood this evening, and looking at how events around him seemed to be headed, it did not look like his mood would be getting better any time soon. He moved to the side as an empty pitcher sailed by his head, the ends of his shoulder length black hair. At least they still had the sense to throw empty things. Right now it only seemed to be some really drunk Scotsmen with the bright idea of tossing everythi
Chapter Two: Fallen Heroes (or, the chapter in which the chosen ones get their butts kicked by a little girl.)
As he flew under the gigantic subtitle, Dejwin knew that he had to hurry, for the first and foremost reason that subtitles never lie. Or they do not normally, in any case.
Dejwin glared around, trying to find the mysterious source of the disembodied voice. "So is it lying or not?"
No, it is not lying this time. Please, though, can you try not to be so..so, well obvious when you are talking to me? It generally does not work well when characters talk to the author.
"Well who am I supposed to talk to?" He questioned indignantly
Chapter One: Abdication (or, the chapter in which an old man decides to retire and hands his campaign off to his reluctant son)
Below lay the blue ocean and above spread the clear sky; the horizon was lightest of blue lines far out in the distance. But it was getting closer as the sky and sea passed rapidly by. Even in this paradoxal wonder there was perfection, only marred by a single black speck very close to the horizon. Larger and larger the spot grew until it was recognizable as an island. Blackened shores of old lava flows revealed the nature of the island's formation. If that was not enough of a clue, though, a large, solitary mo
A Reason to LiveIf only she had the guts to actually do it, to just leap among the cold waves and sink in death among the fish. She breathed in the smell and taste of saltwater, and water sprays hit her face, neck, and chest. She shivered slightly in the breeze from the waves, but she wasn’t really bothered by the chill. What weighed on her mind was something much deeper than the weather.
A pang of apprehension penetrated her heart as she envisioned her body being plunged into the water and weighted down by the strong waves. She thought about what it would be like to gulp in mouthful after mouthful of water, choking and never feeling any relief, b
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