It was dark in stormy night Willowdale. the wind howled though the trees as Aria run through the forest. she could here the footsteps from behind her. she knew if she want to survive she had to keep on moving. As Aira ran she thought back to all of the training she had received over the years from here parent's and the lessons they taught her those memoires drew in strength for her. But they also felt a sense of dread because she knew she was the last of her kind.
the chase kept going for miles and continued thought the night. As aria ran trough the forest, her heart pounding in her chest she knew she was in danger. the arrow that had just missed her head was a clear sign that they were getting closer. she had to keep moving to survive. Aira knew that she need to get to her sword that she left in the cabin, if she would have a fight chance to show them that she was not scared that they should fear her.
As Aria crept towards the door of the cabin she knew that she had to be careful. the enemies were outside and they were looking for her. She took a deep breath and listened carefully to their voices
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the last Warrior of Willowdale
Fantasíashe was the last of her kind and the people she heard about all her live. Have come to get her. But little did the know that this is what her parents have trained her for since she could walk all she need was to get to her sword find of them because...
