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2.)She finished the last man and walked over to the prince “you have no idea, what I have done.” she whispered. He looked her over. “Young and beautiful lady, come and sit by Me.” she did not want to but could not refuse the prince. She climbed the stairs and found it difficult to keep moving. She sat close to the bright blonde prince. He laughed his hair swaying. “Prince Roya” he spoke mirth in voice. She plastered on a smile. “Prince, you say.” She looked at him one eyebrow rose. He smiled oblivious to the charm she had put out. “You know” he said “your hair is like the light from the moon. The pale light that shines from the far reaches of its beauty. Yes. It shines like that of the moon. She grabbed a bit of her hair not noticing. He smiled and turned back. She sat, still enamored by the handsome prince. Several hours later she walked out the room. Doja, the guard handed her a letter. She walked and looked. Carefully ripping the seal off, she read the note. he asked to see her. This clearly shook her. She wanted almost nothing to do with him. Although he was gorgeous he seemed to play around. She asked others were his chambers were. The looked displeased and walked away. One man looked at her and smiled. Slightly drunk she thought and he pointed down the hall. She walked slowly not very happy. Her outfit swirled around her. She wore Silver bottoms that extended with a pouf. A large tunic reaching her mid thigh. Its chest a sloping V, it was black . The colors of Oliverex. Her home town, she did not know but what seemed to be nice place was her new one. The colors attracted qiute a lot of attention. Most people hated black. She touched the pendant, it glowed a bright blood color. It asked for blood. She denied it the lust it wanted.
3.)she never knew, but had glimpses of her father. He had long shoulder length blonde hair. He smiled at her but never talked. She thought he probly died. When she opened her eyes tears pored down her cheek. The man who was supposed to be an angel, reached out. She didn’t want to be touched. She walked away.
“ I don’t know much, only after I was kidnapped.” he looked at her. “you weren’t kidnapped , you came willing” he looked a little unhappy. “ Noeh, he’s your father.” she looked up at the stars. Letting out a blood curdling scream she ran and attacked him. Her hands beat his chest her tears soaked his cloak. He grabbed her and held her close. “You want to know, what happened.” she noded and looked into his eyes.
“ three hundred and ninty seven years ago; the man looked at his daughter. He knew she would end up dieing. He loved her and wanted to protect her. One day he came upon a young boy and his father. Both were sightly. There hair long and silver. There eyes a vibrant green. They looked tired and he asked them to rest. The group went to the house. The little girl was sitting on a bench carfully braiding her straw dool. She looked up and shrieked. The boy walked to her and poked her head. She fainted. He smiled and walked back. “ she;s very pretty. someday shes to be my wife” he laughed and walked to her. He smiled and started to stoke he hair.
when a young girl, is followed by an angel. An angel of death.
What can she do? ecept run and thats just what she does.
To all the losers who refercens and compare my baby to the bible i will kill you
hes an angel of death and he is hot
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