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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Jan 4, 2017
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Fantasy
"I object!" At that moment the sound of an arrow leaving a bow echoed throughout the cathetral. Before Edrea could get to Farrah, an arrow embeded itself into Farrah up to the feathers. The only thing Edrea could do was catch Farrah as she fell to the ground. The yelling and screaming of panic and confusion was only white noise to Edrea as the warmth in her sister's hands started to fade. "Take good care of what is good in the world." Farrah's last words reach Edrea's ears. "YOU were the only good thing in this world." As Edrea tried comunicating with her sister, her eyes faded it's color and the eyelids layed over her eyes like a warm blanket.
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