Where were his colors? She couldn’t tell which side he was on, but he was nearly to her, if he had a hidden weapon… Without hesitation, she drove her blade through the gap in armor at his waist. A man in battered armor ran toward her and instinctively she raised her weapon. Her colors if she had won, the castle would be flying her colors. Heaving a great breath, she squinted into the morning fog, trying to catch a glimpse of a flag in crimson and gold. She watched it join the puddle she stood in. Thank you so much! I have already changed page one, starting with a clip from her dream: Blood dripped from Fale’s sword onto the metal decoration of her boots. This is the LONGEST first paragraph ever! Put / She sidled down the bar to the back booths andįound them, waving and calling her name over the noise. Her friends were hard toįind in the boisterous crowd. Thought as she scanned the room looking for her party. She entered the pub during its lunchtime press. A torrid blast of heat hit Fale in the face as She felt the thump of a low and steady bass guitar, as a musical lament rang Her limbs to ward off the tremors of edgy nerves and pushed through the glass Of her arms, warning her that something sinister was inevitable. Today she wanted to beĪround people she knew and trusted. Vision? one that she had never been in, and yet she had led the army. Twin moons of Thera, or their six month eclipse that drove Fale inside why would this drive her inside atĪll? The darkness? it wasn’t even the spring chill.
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