Legend Of The Young Warlock (LOTHYWAR)

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der who took a step back, pushing his sword up his left shoulder, wi

e hunting boots. Their Shields held thoughtfully, knives at the left side of their waists and det

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l arena, only that it's circular, with rectangular wooden chairs for the spectators. The royalties, including the King and th

air ruthlessly, though his palm still clasped to the handle of the sw

to be in the death of his fifties. At the sight of the man, all

. What satisfaction can you

r, taking steps back. The man stumbled on hi

ell, o

it uprightly past his height to bring it down in a fierce b

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e sword. But twas an epic moment. He planted the edge o

ck down. The broad shouldered Manor removed his helmet as guards hurried to

raced his uncommon aura. There was a great deal of pride in how he takes his steps. You could say that was owed to the fact that he was the sole heir to the throne of his father. He lo

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r. The man knelt down, his face up, looking at the king and

that cannot go without a punishment. I would had fed you to the panther

with a gracious smile plastered on her

a great day too. A great day with many beautiful m

guests: King Alanor the dwarf, King Jaiith of Got and the Quee

ina and stature who wanted the princess had fought too. Even though many of them knew that they could only go as far as kissing h

ow that only juveniles, youth, princes are allowed

clasped to his left arm which was soaked in bloo

ve my words. I didn't do this for me. I did it for my son. My dying son, the prince of a faraway land. He's charming and lovable. But he could never step out into the

ft hand and pressed it to

uch a pai

st of it threw a wild lau

o the Panthers as my father had propo

aps, but many had disagreement etched in thei

re came a strange loud voice f

of you t

of the voice who was riding on a horse

evil breeders. You think you can seat on the death of my uncle, Ama, the great Soothsayer? And

eyes bulging heavily at his sockets, as the guards

ou think

ds Kie, but Talia had sent h

er neck in the air as she pushed up her throat lat

s loon rig

face wielded the most scariest of his loo

rd,

shot her a

you just stand there when someone

er. The guards were with spears poised, read

is the man I

sudden noises of criticism and s

, are y

r was up again, staring, disbelief stalking his beautifu

not he would be killed for such criticism. He did it anyway! Isn't that a trait of a great king? Wouldn't you

ene was far away from boiling, he was

me in the front of all dignitaries

in disbelief. He t

hrow him in the dungeon. I

at Malisa and h

with

g his nose at intervals

a word to the dignita