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The Encounter Chapter 2The Encounter: Prologue to Rescue
Waylon L. Braveheart
Waylon was walking in Hyrul Field enjoying watching the sky. He walked and somehow managed to not walk into any trees or fall into the river. He had sat down on a hill and took off his dirt crusted ring. He took out a brush and began to clean it; the dirty surface slowly became shiny silver. He had finished after about 5 minutes of cleaning it. The ring shone brightly in the light as Waylon put it on his chest he then laid down to take a nap.
His dream was about him trying to protect a traveler from an Lfols but he would get pierced by the sword and wake up at that moment. This time when he awoke he noticed that his ring was gone. His ears picked up on light footsteps and laughter. He silently moved towards the noise. When he reached the source there was a thief and he was holding his ring. Waylon appr
The Encounter Chapter 1The Encounter: the Prologue to Rescue
Gingivere had walked out of his shop and locked the door and what seemed like a normal Saturday morning. He walked down the gloomy grey brick alleyway making his way to the market. His footsteps were muffled by his leather boots as he slowly walked towards the light that leads to the market place. Gingivere had arrived at the market and his ears were filled with the laughs, voices, footsteps, and barks. He went to the herb stall to see if they had any mint. As he approached the herb stall the woman who ran it smiled her snow white hair and blue eyes sparkling like Diamonds and Sapphires
"So what can I get Mr. Ashdown today?" She asked her tone sounded sweet.
"Yes, I was wondering did you get your delivery of mint today." He replied while reaching for his Rupee bag.
"Ah I have gotten the delivery. So how much do you need?"
"I need about ½ of a pound." He sai
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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