Warcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter IXIXWarcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter IX by Daneas
“At long last.”
An eagle screeched as it soared above the green uplands, a pair of demonic eyes watching its elegant movements.
“Everything is ready, as you ordered, Great One.”
The eredar turned, his red skin and hellish wings standing out against the blue sky. “The illusion spell has been successful, I presume.”
“Of course, Lord Kil’jaeden.” The dreadlord bowed. “No one has sensed our presence.”
“But they will now.” Kil’jaeden flashed a smile. “Have your inquiries been fruitful?”
“Yes...yes. Both factions are substantially weaker, though they are still well capable of resisting us. The Scourge is but a fraction of what it once was. It will not stand against you, my lord, as Mal’ganis has already told y
In the Dark of NightIn the dark of nightIn the Dark of Night by Corentin196
Cold and usually scary
I can see your smile
MEDEVACThe helo's landingMEDEVAC by Corentin196
The blades still spinning
The commandos are running
The stretcher's finally moving
As the medic's defib is charging
The .50's answering
While the commandos are covering
Keeping the enemy from approaching
The tourniquet to stop the blood flow is struggling
Men are screaming
CPR is the combat nurse performing
Men are now crying
For a soldier is dying.
Adobe Slabs: Segment 8Adobe Slabs: Segment 8 by MPhlox
The other day, Billy had asked M if he could borrow his computer since his own phone's capabilities were rather limited. M didn't see why not and didn't even venture to ask why. But he'd been on the computer more and more frequently. M couldn't help but be a bit curious about Billy's seemingly sudden obsession with email.
Halfway through another passionate argument between M and Mags (Mags was winning), Billy exclaimed, "Really??"
"Sorry, I'll tell her to keep it down," M said to Billy. He turned to Mags and whispered, "look, you have to know when you're wrong; the Pink Soldier is way better than the Red Soldier."
"No, it's not you. I'm just--I'm, uh." Billy looked at the two of them playing with Soldier plushies and then back at the computer screen, "I've been, like, looking at other apartments in the area-ish, y'know, and it's hella frustrating."
Ah, so that's what he'd been up to.
So it became a thing that whenever Bil
Perfect Angelic Heaven Chapter OnePerfect Angelic Heaven Chapter One by CharlesseAllegra
Jeanette Avari watched the scenery pass her by as she made her way down the long highway. She made the decision to move from the hustle and bustle of Crest Haven, Massachusetts, not with people knowing that she was the daughter of the mayor Susan Avari. She travelled hundreds of miles in hopes of getting away.
The roads were long, endless and sometimes even troublesome but she did not see it as much of a problem since she loved travel anyway.
Although the roads were clearer than when she left home; the semi quietness was interesting that many of the street signs she passed were for places she only read about the moment she opened her map. There was one place by the name of Flint, which from her research had fallen on hard times after the auto industry left at the beginning of the new millennium.
-Cyncopath : Chapter 3As expected, the parents were in a state of panic. The too-sweet mothers expressed their sympathy for Simon’s parents because “I couldn’t imagine would I would do if my little angel was killed!”, and the overly protective fathers quickly ushered their children outside, barely having the decency to give Rosanna a curt nod. She hated dealing with the doting parents more than she hated dealing with the kids themselves, and the one thing she hated more was dealing with the police. Her overly-suspicious co-worker was outside having a chat with them, while she was inside “trying to keep it together.” She let out a sigh as she sat in the overly colourful, extremely nauseating chair and massaged her temples. She desperately needed Charlie. No, she desperately needed an iced cinnamon dolce latte. Having Charlie would just be a nice bonus. She resented Bianca for getting her into this mess. If she had just waited 10 more minutes, she would have been able to fi-Cyncopath : Chapter 3 by Midnight-Somewhere
Omega PrologueRemember when you were a kid—maybe five or six years old—and you wanted to be a superhero or something like that? The comic book or movie industry sold you on the idea of superpowers and saving the world—does that ring a bell to you?Omega Prologue by zakielmori
What a load of shit. Superheroes aren’t real, and everyone’s a piece of shit.
Okay, not everyone’s a piece of shit: Erin and Mike are still there for me, I think one of the twins doesn’t entirely hate me, Alicia still hasn’t killed me yet, and Dorien is… Dorien. Everyone else is objectively a piece of shit— myself included, for reasons that will be soon evident.
I was, however, completely serious about superheroes not existing. You’d think that would be self-evident, because superheroes would imply superpowers and superpowers are contrary to… the laws of nature or shit? So did I. Then high school happened.
In hindsight, calling the Veritas Finishing School ‘a god-awful hellhole t
The Mask Sleep would elude him during these nights, or rather, he would elude sleep. It would beckon to him, tempting him toward it, but he would resist. Discontent with the course of the day's events and a nagging longing to transcend it all would keep him awake far longer than he should be, until at last his black eyes became too heavy for him, and he was forced to submit to defeat.The Mask by Aart-ish
And on these mornings, the prospect of waking would seem an impossible one, looming large over him, the gray light radiating dully through his window doing little to convince him that today would be any different than the last.
At least, swaddled beneath the blankets with an infant's sense of security, he could openly allow the flow of black bile, could collapse without judgment and dissolve into his most basic, truest self. But, after so long, misguided ambition, the delusion of possibility, would beckon him awake, and he would find himself compelled to action in spite of himself.
Android NoirThe smog of the city blotted out the sun as I made my way down the street. This wretched part of the city was a dump with the unofficial name of, Rubbishville. There was not a single window undamaged. The vagrants and various petty crooks eyed me as I walked. I patted my custom automatic pistol within my trench coat.Android Noir by MercenaryBlade
I felt no unease. Not because I was brave, but because emotions were not programmed into me. My designation is, III, but most just call me Triple I. I’m an Interrogation Intelligence Inquisitor that gathers intelligence on political dissidents. I make them talk. It’s my purpose in life, something humans spend their whole lives trying to figure out.
I look human enough. Though my eyes are a too bright shade of blue and my skin an unnatural pale. Certainly on close inspection, it’s obvious that I’m an android, but I can fool the eye of the inattentive who only give me passing glances.
Finally, I stopped outside the rundown apartment complex. My target
Change in a Coffee CupIt’s 1998 and you're in New York.Change in a Coffee Cup by Frank-Jaspers
You sit Buddha-style
Like a beggar’s cup
On a cold Brooklyn sidewalk.
The passersby stuff coins in you
Like a karma slot machine;
They measure their generosity
Against your God-bless-yous.
Raised, reared, reviled in Texas —
That’s where you'll return to;
Less welcome than a polished
Thief dry-drifting through
You are a blood-warm stain on the sidewalk;
Bitter as wormwood, pale as pigeon
Shit, dirty like a soiled rubber, pleading
Like an empty coffee cup
KanshoTurns taut my skin;Kansho by Frank-Jaspers
Limbs go wooden,
And muscles mute.
My ear sounds like a hollow bell
And rings a solemn burial.
My history is destitute,
A eulogy that’s read
-— I must be dead.
I do remember well,
Nights I dreamt
myself to sleep,
Or of other histories,
Of peoples who had before me
ThreadHanging by a threadThread by BackwardsGray
to my being
I am terrified
of who i have become
i am scared
of the outcome
is this real life
or am i dreaming?
Shit Happens For a ReasonShit happens for a reason.Shit Happens For a Reason by TheNighttimeWanderer
My father had picked me up from the ACE house at Lake Tahoe, upon which we went to a scenic overview of Lake Tahoe showing my dad the 22 mile hike I had done the day before. We stopped at the overview for about 30 minutes before we decided to head back to Fairfield. About an hour of driving we had just passed the town of Strawberry when the car started to give out very quickly, stranding myself and my father off the side of the road for about 2 hours till the tow-truck driver arrived.
At first I immediately noticed that the driver seemed agitated about the whole ordeal, all business-like with no sense of humor. We got in the truck and started our way back to Fairfield. At first no words were exchanged, that initial moment of awkwardness of being forced to sit beside someone whom you've never know before for several hours...
...someone whom you'd immediately came to depend on to get you back home safely and not spend the night beside the frozen forests of Taho
The BeastTonight I saw the shadow of the Underworld's winged minion from the light the bounced off of the side panel of my wardrobe. With every blink it grew closer and closer to me until my wardrobe and all light in my room vanished and turned into eternal blackness. With my blinds that are left barely open, it would have been next to impossible by the human eye to see me lying in my bed, hidden under the covers, but somehow it saw through the brick and mortar to my blue and semi panicked eyes. With every flap of its wings I could hear the wind rushing underneath it, creating a mini tornado circulating beneath my windowsill. The window panes and frames were bowing under the pressure from the beast’s wings, and it felt as if any moment they were going to fold in, collapsing on top of me and trapping me for my fate to be whisked away by it.The Beast by ecoman22
For a while, it remained silent outside, hovering like a Harrier jet awaiting my move as an opponent in a game of Chess; meanwhile, I tucked up further
Hello Evil, Back Again?Hello Evil, back once again are we? Are we ready to dive back into my inner sanctum and seductively poison me with your loving words? Do you think I'm ready to hang on a cliff edge every day to see what beautiful, deviant and menacing ways you can inject into my cranium? Sweet bliss, I think I found my perfect partner and one to marry.Hello Evil, Back Again? by ecoman22
But you left me once before, you ran off without a trace and left me alone, I had no idea of what to do or where to turn. I had a gaping hole inside me that couldn’t be filled, I was left confused and in disarray, why would you do that to someone? I thought we had a good thing going what we had between us! You tore me apart and never took into consideration my feelings, my needs, MY EVERYTHING! You raped my mind and left me motionless for days and weeks!
Days and nights I laid not moving, knotted up in my mind and in a constant state of nostalgia, recollecting moments of our most joyous occasions; I needed to fill those empty moments you gave me wh
Part 4: Free'No one would believe me. That's the best part about this. It's so unreal. I don't know if even he would believe me. But I don't care. I do not speak to him anymore.' A story unlike any other. 'This has been a dream and yet not. This is the end. Of me. Of everything. Of this.' Forgiveness is unnecessary when you forgive yourself. Believe in yourself. Die in yourself. 'I never lived in this world, only my own.' And there you have it.Part 4: Free by randomfreakygothgirl
'You were just another thing, and then you were everything, and now you are nothing.' That's how it goes. 'If I could take back my choice, I would. You would be dead by now. Your life was in my hands. And there's that... you didn't even know it. You just thought you were dying spontaneously. Oh, but it was me. It was an awesome and terrible power inside me.' You still crave it, don't you? It is within reach. 'My biggest mistake was letting you free. Thinking you were still useful to me.' Try. 'But it doesn't matter anymore. You do not exist. You are dead.'
'Stars and Spies' Script S1E2 1/2Season 1 - Episode 2 - Script ½'Stars and Spies' Script S1E2 1/2 by Reach4Succes1995
(In this scene, Annabel is looking around the classroom whilst sitting down. She’s noticed that everyone had literally stopped moving and stood completely still like statues.)
Annabel: Hello? Aren’t we suppose to wrap up the lesson and…
(The camera spots to three classmates as an example and the teacher, all frozen in place.)
Annabel: (Worried tone of voice) Go… home?
(She gets up from the chair and examines one student by waving her hand in front of his face. He doesn’t blink, so she shakes his shoulders.)
Annabel: (Urgently) Come on… Answer me!
(She shakes him so hard that he falls of the chair. Annabel reaches out and tries to prevent the teen boy from falling, but it was too late. He lands on the floor with the same facial expression.)
Annabel: (Gasps and bends her knees) Oh! I am so sorry! (The teen boy still does
'Stars and Spies' Script S1E1 2/2 (Draft 1)Season 1 - Episode 1 - Script 2/2'Stars and Spies' Script S1E1 2/2 (Draft 1) by Reach4Succes1995
(The beginning of part two starts with pure darkness and a faint voice telling Marsha to wake Annabel up before the car door opens and shuts. We then see Annabel sleeping peacefully in the car. Marsha begins to gently shake her with her hand.)
Marsha: (Gently) Annabel, wake up. We're here.
Annabel: (Opens her eyes, yawns and outstretches her arms) What was that? (Spots that her parents and Tessa are missing, which makes her wake up instantly) What? We're here already?!
Annabel: Oh great.
Marsha: Oh Annabel. Stop being a downer and come on. The place might be better than you expected.
Annabel: Ohhhh.... Alright. Let's see how great the house looks.
(She takes off her seatbelt and opens the car door. She gets out and follows her sister to the new house. Once she walks down the pathway to the new ho
Just Wanna LiveNo need to fight,Just Wanna Live by DraganTheMighty
No need to resign,
No wrong or right,
No time to define
No need to hate,
No need to forget,
No role or fate,
No time to reset
I wanna do, 'wanna feel, 'wanna liive!
I want to bleed, I want to receive!!!
No need to blame,
No need to ignore,
No fatal game,
No past, No before
I wanna do, 'wanna feel, 'wanna liive!
I want to bleed! I want to receive!!!
No need to rule,
No need to escape,
No smart, No fool,
I wanna do, 'wanna feel, 'wanna liive!!
I want to bleed!! I want to receieieive!!!!!
No need to fight,
No need to resign,
No wrong or right,
No time to define!
I wanna do, I want to receive!
I want to bleed!! I just wanna live!!!
No need to hate,
No need to forget,
No role or fate,
No time to reset!
I Wanna Do, I Want To Receive!
I Want To Bleed!!! I Just Wanna Live!!!!!
The Great Storm - Bard SongThe Great Storm will come,The Great Storm - Bard Song by Daneas
the sky will be black
and the wind will strike hard.
It will howl and shriek,
those who have defied us will weep
and before us they will kneel.
The trees will sigh,
the leaves will take flight.
We will greet the wind with our battle cries.
Can you hear the rumbling clouds? They come at last
to free our beautiful land
from those who wish us harm.
O Storm, listen,
dampen their spirits.
We will fight by your side.
Sweep them off their feet,
destroy their hopes and dreams,
tear apart their homes.
Rise, Windrunners, rise,
today is not the day we die.
The wind is at our backs.
The Wind Speaks - Bard SongOh, the wind speaksThe Wind Speaks - Bard Song by Daneas
of our sins, of our deeds,
of what came,
and of what will come,
lest we forget
how fragile we are.
May it blow against our faces
and bring peace to our souls.
May it carry away
all our sorrows.
Oh, the wind speaks
of our wishes, of our pleas,
of our fire
and of our steel,
lest we forget how foolish we are.
May it always blow through our lands.
May it take our last breaths away
before the Great Storm comes.
O Wind, speak.
Tell us what we will be,
what we will become
in this land filled with greed.
May you always blow through our halls.
May you protect us from those who wish us ill in their songs.
O Wind, speak. O Wind, speak.
Dracoree - Bard SongToday is the day we fight, today is not the day we die.Dracoree - Bard Song by Daneas
Rise, Dracoree, rise,
let them see the fire in your eyes.
Dracoree, da dathastai.
Do not fear, do not weep, my child.
Embrace the flame lighting up the sky.
Dracoree, da dathastai,
usta ves maranai.
The land and sky will sing your tale,
the seas will not forget your name.
Rise, Dracoree, rise,
the darkness will fade away.
Dracoree, da dathastai.
Do not falter, do not flee, stay strong, my dear.
Let the enemy see your fire and steel.
Dracoree, da dathastai,
usta ves maranai.
Rise, Dracoree, rise.
Rise, Dracoree, rise.
Rise, Dracoree, rise.
Rise, Dracoree, rise.
The Big Red ButtonThe Big Red Button by xorlox
Crystal sank wearily into her soft chair, its cushions hugging her small frame as she stared out from her command center on a small island not far from California. Her doomsday weapon's charge was nearing seventy-eight percent and would be ready to fire again soon.
She obliterated a city only hours before, giving the world's governments a small demonstration of what six percent of her weapon's power could do. Crystal's normally grim stone face cracked, as a small smile forced its way to her face.
She thought of how the government leaders refused to even speak to her until she reduced a city to ashes. Now Crystal's phones, emails and even Facebook was filling with messages as the world's leaders made promises to pay and clandestine attempts to buy her technology. Her smile, foreign to her face soon faded and Crystal reverted back to her golem-like state as one of her henchmen from accounting approached and fell to a knee.
"Mistress," he began. Crystal tu
Night BlindnessNight BlindnessNight Blindness by Freephunkateer
She sped to dinner like a flash,
soon she'd be tipsy and flabby.
When suddenly there was a crash,
OH! she tripped over a tabby.
She was shocked, the cat was shocked,
Yes! the cat was shocked and how!
But don't you worry, off they walked,
With an OW! and a cursing MEOW!
She just trotted off, for hunger beckoned,
but as she struggled with food, forks and knives,
I doubt if at all she had reckoned,
That she'd scared off eight of kitty's nine lives.
Hey New Kids! Part 1 As the day was passing by, and all of the elementary kids were playing outside on the playground, while the teachers were sitting at a table enjoying their time. Every kid who in their own grade stuck with their classmates as no one dared tried to approach anyone from a different grade. The fifth graders were on the playground, as they owned that main part of it.Hey New Kids! Part 1 by The-one-and-only-Aj
Each student had their own part of the playground, which known, as "their spot." Second graders owned the swing set, third graders had the kickball field, and fourth graders owned the basketball court. The playground, which is the main goal everyone tries to take away from the fifth graders, but sometimes seems impossible as everyone tries, but fails.
"Halt! Who goes there?" A fifth grade student questioned the random boy as he approached the fifth grader.
"I am a third grader delivering goods for the fifth grade king.
Superhero Pitch: Jericho The Hell Knight.Real Name: Samuel Rodriguez.Superhero Pitch: Jericho The Hell Knight. by Black-Knight-4090
Height: 5 feet 8 inches.
Weight: 150 pounds.
Other Names: Metal head, Devil Boy, Sir Hunter, Darky.
Eyes: Blue but can turn red when angry.
Hair: Neck-long and Black.
Skin tone: Tanned.
Weaknesses: Silver and Dark Magic.
Clothes: (When not in armor) a navy sleeveless denim jacket with a skull chest patch, light blue jeans, black and white converse, black beanie with a golden clock patch, and black tee shirt. (In armor) Black primary, red eye sockets, gold secondary and the armor resembles a Paladin with a dragon shaped emblem on the upper left side of the chest plate.
Personality: A delinquent kid who is arrogant, cocky, quick to anger, but has had a tendency to show a humane side to him and refuses to let any who is weak get picked on by others.
Powers/Abilities: Supernatural Strength, Supernatural Speed, Durability, Fire Balls, Dispelling illusions, Swordsmanship, Hand-to-ha
11/09/15- Help me out, DeviantFriends!! (part 3)Hello my fine DeviantArt friends! I'm (re-) (re-) writing this entry one final time because I could use your help with something. I've been in the process of submitting my new film The Gift to film festivals, and currently I'm in the running for one called the Golden Panda Short Film festival. It takes place in China and there's an online voting section for the films. Whoever gets the most votes gets a free 7-day trip to China to attend the film festival, and I'm excited to see if there's any chance I can rack up enough votes11/09/15- Help me out, DeviantFriends!! (part 3) by Aart-ish
So, the deal is that each person is able to vote three times a day per IP address, meaning that you could theoretically vote from both your computer and your phone six times in a day if they used different internet connections, and even more if you used different connections throughout the course of the day. That's what I plan on doing myself when I can, but of course I don't expect othe
10/26/15- Help me out, DeviantFriends!! (part 2)Hello my fine DeviantArt friends! I'm (re-)writing this entry because I could use your help with something. I've been in the process of submitting my new film The Gift to film festivals, and currently I'm in the running for one called the Golden Panda Short Film festival. It takes place in China and there's an online voting section for the films. Whoever gets the most votes gets a free 7-day trip to China to attend the film festival, and I'm excited to see if there's any chance I can rack up enough votes10/26/15- Help me out, DeviantFriends!! (part 2) by Aart-ish
So, the deal is that each person is able to vote three times a day per IP address, meaning that you could theoretically vote from both your computer and your phone six times in a day if they used different internet connections, and even more if you used different connections throughout the course of the day. That's what I plan on doing myself when I can, but of course I don't expect other people to go
10/17/15- Help me out, DeviantFriends!!Hello my fine DeviantArt friends! I'm writing this entry because I could use your help with something. I've been in the process of submitting my new film The Gift to film festivals, and currently I'm in the running for one called the Golden Panda Short Film festival. It takes place in China and there's an online voting section for the films. Whoever gets the most votes gets a free 7-day trip to China to attend the film festival, and I'm excited to see if there's any chance I can rack up enough votes10/17/15- Help me out, DeviantFriends!! by Aart-ish
So, the deal is that each person is able to vote three times a day per IP address, meaning that you could theoretically vote from both your computer and your phone six times in a day if they used different internet connections, and even more if you used different connections throughout the course of the day. That's what I plan on doing myself when I can, but of course I don't expect other people to go out of their way like that on my behalf. What I wo
Babymetal and metalheadsSo I came across a Japanese music group that goes by the name of Babymetal; a band that plays a fusion between heavy metal and Japanese idol and well a bunch of metalheads (The fans of the genre of metal) are angry about it because it’s “A DISGRACE!” to what they classify as music. So well, I thought ‘Hey let me give my two cents on this band.’ But I will say I’m not what you would call a metalhead; I’ve only listen to like several songs from Avenge Sevenfold and that’s about it but I figured that you know what maybe an ‘outsiders’ opinion; but if you don’t like their music but don’t act like it horribly assaulted you that’s find if anything I’ve only listened to one song from them (Gimme Chocolate) and that’s about it. Let me elaborate more about Babymetal and why the way the crazed metalheads should shut up about this.Babymetal and metalheads by Black-Knight-4090
Babymetal was a band that was formed in 2010 in Tokyo that are
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Chapter I: The Light Of The Necklace
Dreams, visions, predictions...nightmares. A yellow soul on human form lives a calm dream in a odd place. The scene are on a sunny day with a field of green grass, suddenly a strong flash appear, rise his hand to cover his face from the light, even don't has eyes. Then, the light take a woman form, but not like never saw before. The light has horns in form of a slightly resting S aiming to the horizon, a short and gentle tail, and small thin hoofs. Feel her presence...so warm, peaceful and beautiful. Is like she know him from ever, but he doesn't know her.
"Please", the light said with sadness, "help me, before is too late".
Try to answer her, but notice it don't have mouth, so he can't talk. Suddenly a strong roar sound, that no one can't recognize it so easily...
"(A lion roar?)", the soul doubted.
A white lion with wings appear roaring from the sky and on a second, the animal transforms on a potent beam of light, aiming to the ground, so close to the soul. Try to stay away, b
PrologoEste prólogo se utilizo con la base del capítulo XXVI de la novela Beyond The Dark Portal
Las crónicas de Azeroth
Ocho años después de la primera guerra (Año 600 según el calendario del rey)
La escena alrededor del Portal Oscuro es un caos total. Turalyon había dicho a sus tropas la verdad: Khadgar necesitaría defensa. Sólo que no se había dado cuenta de lo mucho que él y sus amigos podría defender al mago. Danath, Khadgar, Kurdran, y otros habían llegado antes que ellos y estaban luchando ferozmente su camino hacia el portal.
Desde el grupo ofensivo hay algunos que se destacan, los hombres usan la armadura de los soldados rasos y las mujeres usan las túnicas blancas de los clérigos con un tabardo a representar:
Teniente Farax Lionheart, 24 años guerrero humano con cabello castaño y cola de caballo, ojos verdes, armado con
The Chronicles Of Azeroth - PrologueThis Prologue use a base from the chapter XXVI of the novel Beyond the Dark Portal
The Chronicles Of Azeroth
Eight Years after the First War (year 600 by the King´s Calendar)
The scene around the Dark Portal was utter chaos. Turalyon had told his troops the unvarnished truth: Khadgar would need defending. He just hadn't realized how much he and his friends would be defend the wizard. Danath, Khadgar, Kurdran, and several others had arrived before them and were fiercely fighting their way to the portal.
From the offensive group there someone where highlights, the mens use the armor of the footmen and the womens use the white robes of the cleric with a tabard showing where they from:
Lieutenant Farax Lionheart, human, 24 years old warrior with brown ponytail hair, green eyes, armed with a big red axe and the Stromgarde tabard.
Lieutenant Victorius Eagleheart, human, 25 years old paladin with black medium hair, black
Chapter II: The First Day in The Waterfall
One day after
21 years after The First War (Year 613 by the King's Calendar)
On the sky of a waterfall in the north of Northshire, it sight a red dragon mounted by a Quel'dorei (High elf on common speech) and a 14 years old young human with mid-long brown hair, and green eyes. It's dressed with a red tunic, brown silk shoes and armed with a long wooden staff.
The dragon touch down a side of the waterfall, there is a abandoned blue house with a dry garden next to a deep forest. The young dismount from the dragon and step on the earth without problem, the elf throw a red book with a border of red gems and a sign of dragon, the young receive it, waves to him and the highelf responds with a farewell. The dragon set forth on fly and abandon the place. After a long mind training and practise the two first basic spells like Fireball and Fireblast, read the book, and a new spell caught his attention.
“hmm”, the mage said while their fingers follows t
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