The Shadow's Wrath

The Shadow's Wrath

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Oct 12, 2015
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As Joleen (Joe-lean) stepped out from the safety of the trees, she looked up. She quickly jumped back and unsheathed her sword from her back. Right in front of her, not thirty feet away, was the Shadow's Lieutenant, his dark, beat up armor covered in a black torn-up cape. His deadly, needle-sharp claws clenched up furiously. She could see his beady red eyes glaring at her like angry flames. He reached back and unsheathed his large, razor-sharp, serrated-edged sword from behind his back. He raised his deadly-looking blade and slowly advanced towards her.
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Aide Me

"Before I show you who I am, I want you to remember what you're fighting for," Aide replied cautiously and gave them all a piercing stare. "Keep an open mind." "Just tell us, lad," Hanke snarled impatiently and bobbed his sword. "Brace yourselves," Aide said as he slowly reached for his hood. Emaia's heart pounded vigorously in her chest, so loudly, she feared people could hear. This was it. She would finally see the face of her rescuer, the face she had so longed to see. Aide gave them all one last lingering look before he closed his eyes. "Your whole world is about to change." He punctuated his sentence by pulling off his hood. The entire crowd gasped and all readied their weapons, as long silver hair burst free from the cloak and long slender ears appeared. It was impossible, Emaia thought. They had been extinct for decades. But there was no denying it. She looked at the man who had rescued her a few nights ago, and remembered him as charming and valiant. It all made so much sense now-why he could do, what he could do. He was an elf. And not just any elf. - A Northern Elf.

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