They initially believed that none of the monsters could enter, but Antigone reasoned that those creatures possessed a weapon capable of bringing down numerous strongholds since the dawn of time. The engines, on the other hand, did not waste any bullets on the implacable wall. The attack against the Sharvenneil's greatest foe was not ordered by a brigand or orc-chieftain. It was guided by a malign power and mentality. With many yells and the creaking of rope and winch, the great catapults proceeded to throw missile launchers splendidly strong, so that they completely passed above the battlement and fell rhythmic thumping during the first circle of the Town; and several of them spontaneously combust as they came overthrowing down, thanks to a somewhat secret art.
Behind the wall, there was soon a huge danger of fire, and all who could be freed were focused on putting out the flames that erupted in several places. Then, among the bigger casts, another hailstorm struck, less dest
Charlotte had arrived at the road leading from the Gateway to the Riverbank, and she proceeded towards the Town, which was now less than a mile away, to see what was going on. She slowed down a little, looking for fresh adversaries. Men were hewing, murdering, and pushing their adversaries into the fire-pits ahead of the walls, among the artillery cannons. Well, all of Sharveinneil's northern portion had been conquered, and their encampment was ablaze, Lycans flying more toward the River like cattle before even the pursuers. But the besieged had not yet been destroyed, and the Gate had not yet been conquered.Numerous enemies stood in its way, while on the other half of the plain, additional armies remained unconquered. The core principle was south of the road, and the knights were grouped around their chieftain's flag there. And she glanced out, and in the dimming light, she saw the Town's banner, which was well ahead of the conflict and surrounded by few troops. Then she wa
"Shall we greet joy through the lord of the black shadows has fallen," Obligichaun said."There's no greeting joy right now, for the Princess has fallen there are yet still thousands of evils from afar," Are reminded. "For worse atrocities than those which you have witnessed will occur in the future. Because, as the world becomes weaker with age, evils will become more prevalent among those who live in it."After a day, the Sharveinneil Men arranged Charlotte's funeral, and she was laid in a stone home with her arms and many other fair belongings that she would have had, and a large pile was raised over her, covered with green turves of grass and white nevermind. On the east side of Leafland, there were now eight mounds.Remember getting an unstoppable Princess, Hope, who annihilates all of her country's adversaries, and her triumphs and selfless deeds pass from land to land, even reaching the aristocratic ears of the monarch, who pursues her revered might to co
I crept into the woods on tiptoe one wonderful night, when the captive birds sang for their liberation. Their cries sounded like a dejected lament about self-satisfaction and the cage they’d never called home. The gypsy wind rocked the trees, and I undoubtedly took the step to provide them with their desired salvation, the ability to breathe and fly freely. They took off, finally returning home. Then I returned to my own cage, which was less filthy but still chained.. My body began to twitch, eventually waking me up from a dull sleep. Around me, the air was cold and humid, and it suddenly filled my lungs with what felt like burning ice crystals that extended from my ribs to my limbs. I was dragged out of my final dreaming thoughts and into a more alert state by a few forceful gasps for air. Was I, however, truly awake? Because of the recent dry period, the grasses I tread on were crackly beneath my feet in this oak-brown and rustic forest. Its woody odor came
I woke up lying on the ground feeling all the pain in my scars. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been out, but when I awoke, the sun was shining brightly. Raindrops began to fall from a murky sky, prickling my cheeks, which had been cracked by tears that had now dried out. A thin, clear mist floated weightlessly above the ground, caressing the tree trunks with its gentle caress. It was strangely hypnotic! The shivering cold that crept down my spine, however, made me shiver. Help. Please help. I don’t know what to do. I am really not in a nightmare. “𝐶𝑎𝑙𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓, 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒.” I whispered to my self. I gently stood up and gazed at the vibrant yellow, crimson, and orange autumn leaves, some of which were still clinging to the last hope of another summer day. However, the most of them had already given up and were either dancing slowly in the breeze or resting on the ground. Autumn ushers in sweater weather, stunning foliage displays, and h
I had broken the fatal spell it had cast on me in less than a second, and my body reacted instinctively by running. I had no idea where I was going; all I knew was that I needed to get away from that dreadful gargoyle as soon as possible.The leaves howled in a symphony as the wind blew through the limbs of the trees. Running through the woods on a gravel path makes me realize how complex the interaction of weather and environment can be. Two natural forces that are both in tune and always at odds.But then my logic kicked in, and I started to doubt what I was doing.But all of the sudden, there was this different sensation of mine. It’s like I am a brave person or that’s just me in the past life. Hmm, nevermind. I’ll just keep going.I’m sure, there will almost certainly be more than one giant centipede if there is one. And if you keep running like this, you won’t even notice until you’re knee deep in a centipede&rsquo
I became aware of something in the trees that was white and dashed across, but I couldn't visualize it owing to its speed. It's either an animal or a ghost-like figure.I want to scream for help, but I can't because my voice isn't strong enough.I stared up at the sky, thinking that this was it, the end.I felt a sturdy noise, loud through my ear, which prompted the leopard to roar in a horrible growl, much louder than whilst it charged at me. It's big, it's really big more than I expected.It bolted into the woods a few seconds later, in general out of fear, however additionally because its tongue was blocking off my airways. I wiggled around in terror before realizing the leopard had stopped moving.My nostrils were violated and I became nauseous by the overwhelming stench of a fur-clad beast and the most disgusting breath I'd ever smelled. However, the seemingly lifeless body
Outside this tent, I was startled wide conscious through a crushing noise. I was approximately to open it whilst a liquid-like substance splashed through, which I immediately identified as blood. My eyes widened and I nearly screamed, however I restrained myself. My heart is racing and I'm privy to it.In an attempt to determine out what was going on, I opened the zipper as a minimum 2 inches wide. I failed to see anything due to the fact the surroundings were dark and simply the moon's glimmer provided light.I terribly peeked at the tent by completely opening the zipper. I wish to flee since the two men were not present, and blood had just been sprayed a short time ago. Darkness has already engulfed the area. I knew it was too late and too dangerous to continue through the dangerous jungle. My sensation was interrupted by a loud howl; it was close, and I needed to get out of here right away.As I took a few steps forward, I heard a terrible n
"Five hundred years ago in our kingdom, in Leafland. Where Nymphs are the ruler. By creatures I mean Gnomes and Elves, Fauns and Faeries, Goblins, Ogres, Trolls Sprites, Bogies, Elvens and different kind of Nymphs such as Dryads, Naiads.. They tended to it and looked after it, playing, dancing, and singing in it, caring for injured animals, resolving species conflicts, sitting on mushrooms discussing import issues while drinking labrador tea.. the little ones riding downstream on leaves and bark, and parachuting from trees with dandelion seeds.." he stopped for a while looking at the moon."But before—""What are Nymphs? I interrupted."Inferior female divinities, the beautiful maidens..""Like you." he added."You must be joking.. aye.""Listen first." and he stared into my eyes, how beautiful his hazel eyes are."Our life wa