The Tale Of The Lost Warrior
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Do not tell anyone of this. This is for your ears,and your ears only. I do not like my story among the wicked,and some you know just might be so.
I suppose I should start with my roots. My name is Mary Remina,and my family is one of magic. We are elves,wise warriors,who have left this world long ago when it was mans time to rule. Now,that is not the magic I was referring to.
A tale you can't forget,with a girl who's life is out of control. Meet Mary as she tells you her tale.
Just so you know,some things might sound like the Lord Of The Rings. Sorry if that happens. And the pics. Are Not Mine! Just so you know, I got them from the internet. The credit for those pics. Go the the creators! So go them!
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