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 Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 8:50 am
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What was that? Keen blinked as she looked down at a book on the table, aware now that she had either been asleep or reading the book and fell asleep. Pages of writing, and all of them talking about her.. or some form of her when she was a lady and had carried a bow and faught for a great king. How odd, yet somehow romantic in notion. Riding a steed that didn't like her, trying to get armor and enchanted armor...
Healing wounded... blood, pain and sadness, yet through it all hope and desire to do better. It was enough to bring tears to her eyes as she read of this character that shared her name. She could feel it as if it had happened to her, but she knew it hadn't. That was not possible, banshees were not human, they were spirits.
She sighed as she brushed her fingers over the sword that stood by the book, and she looked down on the pages again. So much had happened in the story, it was a good thing to think about. She sighed and rose heading out of the room, A war was coming... hmm...much to think of. I think I will come back later to find out what that is about.
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2015 1:26 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2016 4:54 pm
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