What happened on the next day is as ordinary as the previous, so i'll avoid the boredom. However, on that night it was time to continue the story.
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Roger biked himself towards the slope, and in order to make it less frightening for himself he remembered "The bravest", and tried to forget the fact that this is so dangerous. Although he was so good at biking, his legs were shaking and he felt as though he was going to fall before he even goes down. However, he managed keeping his balance. He started muttering, "I don't want to die, I might need a miracle for that, but i don't want to die". He started going down! then he started screaming "Yeah!", his voice was shaky at first but then he felt the strong wind tickling his skin and gifting him the sensation of freedom, which made him more confident. But a small rock interrupted that fantasy, followed by several alike. He started slightly moving up and down, disturbed. He started feeling sick. His bones in a strange situation as if they are jumping. Then he started feeling giddy, he started closing his eyes. Then, Then he lost control of his bike and his head started leaning on forward and on his chest. Then, and as he could remember, he saw a big rock, and that was the last he saw.
He opened his eyes to find himself in a place much cleaner than where he was. He reckoned he was in the royal hospital. He was surrounded by so many people including the four, Mark, Sean, Arthur and Thomas who were looking more worried than the others: king Martel, his father, queen Gabrielle, his mother, and his siblings princes Leo and Bill (twins), and princess Molly. They were saying things that he didn't care much to listen to. He was fascinated by the fact that he didn't die AND now he's the bravest.
After that extraordinary day, Roger had to stay in hospital for couple o'days and had some scars but the worst was one on his chest-it was about five inches long and straight. Besides, his left arm suffered serious breaks that it was mostly paralyzed but the doctor said with some physiotherapy it will improve. He tried to be as optimistic as he could,so he thank God the scar wasn't on an exposed area in his body, and it was his left arm not his right one that he uses.
He knew that his friends were in a big trouble for what happened to him, a prince! But he was nice enough to make it less frightening for them, and they were nice enough to do the same for him.
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The Window
FantasíaMagic is found by those who believe in it. My wife and daughter proved this to me. But will i be able to break hate's wall and go the magical land? I'm Robert Edwards and I will tell you a story that was written with a magical pen. A story of a wind...
