Boys ran into a clearing all of them shouting and chest bumping each other. Five of them surrounded a boy who seemed like their king. They all hooted and did some sort of handshake.
Far away from those boys Jace sat in a corner trying to escape . The boy in the center of the group pushed out of the crowd and took a bow. He said his name was Peyton , and that we all might as well go home, Unless of course we wanted to be the unfortunate one in last place.
Jace shivered. To make his dad proud, he had to beat this .
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Medallions
FantasyHe who is worthy She who is brave One who will surely be sent to their grave Beyond the lands of crystal and night The ancient medallions will cry to the fight Roses will prick The hand of true luck Finding the first in shadows of muck Beware the c...
