I stand in front of his desk, the back of his chair facing me, my hands are shaking. I’ve waited 5 years for this moment, all I need is for him to turn around. I rap my knuckles on the desk - no response.
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The flaming arrow flew past my head, nicking my ear. Searing hot pain shot through me the flames licking at
Dara Rafter GranDad Why did you have to leave You went somewhere beyond human reach You went to another
Cleo leaned over the wall, scanning the area for any threats. She sighed her blonde hair shining in two long