Surrounded by the King's personal guard, Nightingale stood her ground, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that this was the moment she had been prepared for, the ultimate all of her resolve. She held her head high, refusing to let fear consume her.
The leader of the guard, a burly man with a scarred face, sneered at Nightingale. "So, you're the little rebel causing all this commotion," he spat, his voice dripping with contempt. "The King wants to make an example out of you. Your words won't save you now."
Nightingale maintained her composure, her eyes conveying a mix of defiance and determination. "You can try to silence me, but you cannot kill the spirit of creativity," she declared, her voice steady and unwavering. "The written word has power, and no amount of force can extinguish it. You may stop my flesh but not my spirit. Time will pass always, it will get its way and its power. Do not think you are all powerful, you aren't omnipotent!
The guard, infuriated by Nightingale's words, lunged forward, attempting to silence her with a swift blow. Oh, what a mistake that was! Nightingale, fueled by her indomitable spirit, evaded his attack with a graceful step. Her agility surprised the guard, momentarily unsettling him.
Using this momentary advantage, Nightingale unleashed a flurry of quick strikes, targeted at vulnerable spots. Her training with the Rebellion had honed her skills, transforming her into a formidable opponent. Each strike landed with precision, leaving the guard incapacitated and gasping for breath.
As the other guards closed in, Nightingale fought back relentlessly, her body moving with the grace of a dancer. Her love for writing had ignited a fire inside her, empowering her every move. Despite being outnumbered, she fought with unwavering determination, refusing to be shackled by the King's regime.
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Tale of Delightful Ms Nightingale
Tiểu thuyết Lịch sửNightingale was a jovial and spirited woman, she was the light of the Land of Rockwell. Delve into the story, please and witness the wickedness of man.
