Atop a throne a king sat. "Is it ready?" The King said to the dark clothed groveling figure. "Yes my king." It spoke voice akin to gravel. "It is finally ready." The King smiled a predators smile, as he knew his weapons were finally ready to be created.
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Vanishing
FanfictionMargaret Quin and Alena Cress were just sitting at home ready to play Borderlands when it all went horribly wrong. Now they fight to survive in a world unknown to them and a tremendous task to undertake.
