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posted by snootygirl50701
 A life of what should be
A life of what should be
Seeing the Man- proulage

~ The Survivor ~
A man's camelote, indésirable is another man's treasure
A golden sword is a dragon's death but a silver bullet is a wolf's death
A metal is an honor as a child but the blood slipped is a treasure to violence and him
The shadows. The blank pages on a book. ou the words of death. This is the sign of the man. The leader. The soldier. The survivor.

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"Redfeather, give us the child." Growled a pale man.
A tall man flexed up and saw his life flash by. Ether his life ou his daughter had to go. The baby in his hand wailed for her mother as Elasticspear grabbed his sword.
"As head master,give me the child Redfeather!" Shouted Elasticspear.
Redfeather looked at the mother of the child and he would hate his self for doing this forever. He held the child out for Elasticspear to get the child. Elasticspear reached for the child as Redfeather stabbed his own brother in the stomach and ran to the mother.
"Chelsea, the child is not sûr, sans danger here. Take her and run south,don't ever look back at the north. Run as fast and safely as toi can." Redfeather whispered as he and Chelsea ran to a black Stalin with the baby.
Chelsea began to cry as her blond hair flopped in her face. Redfeather moved her hair out of her face and whipped the tears out of her eyes.
"Ill meet toi in Evergrace. " He shouted as the horse took off with his wife and daughter.
He never got to know what his daughter's name was as the two were off but he would never forget her beautiful face. He would never ever forget even when the king would scar him in the face. He would slay any dragon,any monster and any man to see his lovely wife and daughter. Redfeather rode off to on a silver horse only to the north.
 ~ South ~
~ South ~
 ~ North ~
~ North ~
posted by allicyn123
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posted by allicyn123
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posted by allicyn123
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