Zeke:
It was his job to go kill the other orange bloods. Then transport them to Nara.
So 3 weeks after being hired he was out on his horse racing though the rough fields.
Zeke loved horses he had only felt a connection to one person who he has been missioned to kill. Yet horses trust you ,if you are good to them. Their astatic mains vibrant with humanity, and their wonderous eyes tell a thousand stories from their mysterious past where their story dance in the atmosphere.
Sometimes Zeke wonders if horses actually like being ridden. He would. If Zeke was a horse that is.
Days past as he looked for Tallie. Giving most food he had stored to the horse that he had named Daffodil as it had become quite partial to eating them whilst they were riding over the boarder of Tokenburg.
Finally it felt like decades of searching and interrogating until he found her base. On the edge of a forest. In the darkness. He made out 3 figures pointing intimidating blades aiming for his thought.
"Look Tallie I miss you and I'm sorry." Zeke said.
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The blood stains orange
DobrodružnéA fictional story about 4 people that control the elements. Yet a blood thirsty queen wants something no one will ever be able to control. This is a story about friendship, adventure, magic, battles and more! (this is my first book so pls ignore any...
