Irithyll Of The Boreal, Sounds Lovely. She Said, Testing The Strange Words On Her Tongue. She Has Never

“Irithyll of the Boreal, sounds lovely.” She said, testing the strange words on her tongue. She has never heard of such a place before. She listened closely as he listed his titles, her dark eyebrows furrowing in confusion at the strange titles, especially “Lord of Men”. 

“That is quite a...confident title, Arcturus. Very lofty. The story of such a title would be nice to know. Long as it may be.” She said carefully, a single brow arching up in slight interest.

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Terrus knocked on the door to the guest suite three times, leaning his ornate rifle against his soldier at rest. While he trusted Lucette, he was wary and suspicious of this stranger that she let stay in their home. He has not told them his story nor has he spoken about this supposed “faraway world” he ruled. While he was polite, expressed sufficient gratitude, and respected Lucette’s authority, the lack of information they had on him was alarming.

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School fights

School fights are like gladiator fights. Think about it! Whenever a fight happens, all the children rush to the sight, circle around the fighters and cheer for their favorite person to defeat the other. They get disappointed when no blood is drawn but the fight alone is enough. 

My friend then asked me what the teachers were and asked if they were the lions. Which is obvious! Lions didn’t and don’t discriminate! Once they’re loose, you all are fucked! The one who’s kicking and the one being kicked! The teachers end the fight! School is a gladiator pit! The secret is out!

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The young princess was enraptured by the story, her expression turning into one of sadness when he talked about the war with dragons.

“But why would they do such a thing? Why has this war been started?” She asked sadly, confused on why they would attack dragons. That was their home too, was it not?

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“He saw you as nothing but cannon fodder. Some god he is.” She muttered rudely, directing her glare at a mirror.

“What about his son. Lord Faraam, you called him? He alone saw through his father’s masquerade. Was his search not successful? Gwyn couldn’t have killed all of the dragons, could he? Some had to have escaped somehow.”

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