Elwyn drew her sword, smiling a little to herself. Finally, a battle. This was for what she had been trained. She stared fearlessly ahead as the first Warg charged the guard. A large black warg was leading them, his eyes red. He leapt for her horse, attempting to rip it's throat out. Seeing her sword was no use against this beast, Elwyn pulled her spear out of it's loop on her saddle.
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If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is "God is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is "Probably because of something you did."
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