The White Waters
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Last published Sat, Jul 27, 2019
*Kendrick became dumbfounded. He couldn't hear Elaine nor the commander. Swords weren't clashing. Are they done with their battle? As he made to check, a mighty roar tore through the sheets of silence that enveloped the clearing.
Kendrick was brought to a standstill. His legs were rooted to the sands, his eyes widened in horror at what stood before him. His head spun on a spot and nausea took over him as his lower jaw dropped agape. Kendrick knew fear. His body vibrated and chilled breeze from unknown blew. He felt cold. He was covered in sweat *
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