Tales of a New Legend prologue by santuary, literature
Literature
Tales of a New Legend prologue
Final Destiny Tales of a New Legend
Prologue
It was a sunny afternoon. A young girl just got out of school on the last day. Her name is Lucy Pennykettle, and she is eight years old. She's an ordinary girl, who goes to school everyday, though only her mother seems to know better. She doesnt feel different from everyone in school; she was able to make some friends there.
Lucy lives with her single-mother, Elizabeth Liz Pennykettle, her newly-introduced tenant, David Rain, and her obese cat, Bonnington.
Liz is a potter and a housewife, however, she doesnt make common pots, such as teapots or vases. Instead, Liz
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Thank you my four friends and thanks to the people who have stilled came and said hello I have been going through a lot of things and I did not have a computer for a while.
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The Soilder would stand facing his lord " Lord Shinryu the status confirms that they where immensely slaughtered no one made it out a live except for the women sir and a few men. Lord Death has beared his fangs toward Ensu! he is almost impossible to defeat.. my lord how do you chose to proceed? " The soilder shouts out. Shinryu sinsiter face reappears behind him his hands crossed to his back. " Moblize the men we march!" As he says this the soilder would turn with a voice as if to agree shouts "SIR!" , shinryu turns around gazing into the eyes of the gaint dragon.. " so... Kaze you dare to bear your fangs at me? , haaaa.... very well I shal
A boy in a teenage hue of black gothic clothing slean black jeans. can be seen, his shadow-like figure could not reveal him for who he was the sky filled with the posion of calmity a pure noir sky so clear unclouded by the moon that is carressed by the sky's cold embrace. his face covered slightly by a chinesse fox demon mask , his lone purple eye glowing mesjestly in the moonlight. judging by the stance of his weapon, a black standard Katana though something odd could be felt from it. almost frightning.. their are bodies that lay cradled by death..the sorrow of red running deeply through the ground running down a drainage pipe. The by sits o