The second floor of the small building whistle, fly a big bowl of fireball, exploded in the swordsman group. Heat flow ruthless burning swordsmen exposed skin.
Yet the warrior just stood there, sword at the ready, silently defiant. For a while dragon and warrior stared each other down,
SHE loved people. All SHE ever wanted was people and world to love her back. How could someone take this innocence and abuse it emotionally and physically? Read social story with moral
For now, I had to survive. I silently moved through the shadows, silver tipped arrows and bodies falling from the sky. I crawled like a spider,
The great warrior started repenting over what wrong he did and suddenly fell ill He suffered from mental agony As advised he went to the noble king who cured him
There lived a great warrior who wanted to conquer world. He fought continuously and won many kingdoms So powerful,but afraid of death At last he surrendered
An isolated journey on the darkest path is what she has opted for. She’s a hero indeed: a one-woman-army fighting for justice, fighting for us.
The warrior couldn’t see beyond the mist. It perturbed him by challenging his perception with change in shape. Sometimes it showed a silhouette of horsemen coming towards him