"Indeed children begin fighting at a young age now. Well I'm not one for speaking."Aduthondiel remembered when she was little and the times when she would practice shooting the bow and sword fighting with her father. "But that time is long pass."
Aduthondiel finally had enough of standing by the fire. She began to walk outside to see how her horse was holding up to the weather. "Count I hope your fine. It seems that we're going to be here for a little while." She walked out to meet her horse who hadn't moved from the tree.
She reached behind her and pulled the hood of her cloak over her hair. A few strands fell over her eyes. After pulling up her cloak she grasped the handle of her sword.
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And when this life is over... and I stand before the God... I'll dream I'm back here standing in my nowhere land of Oz.....
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