I swing my sword in my hand, hatred burning inside me like a wildfire. Angel doesn't deserve to live anymore. Not after what she's done. Magic will never beat skill. I advance at Angel, and she backs up a little.
"It's time for you to go, Angel. Say bye-bye." I snarl and raise my sword.
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Academy Of The Royals (Draft version)
FantasyThis is really old and not really worth reading, it's very poorly written In a world made up of only kingdoms how do people have any freedom? Well some would say they don't, that's how that uprisings started. But what happens when rebels invade the...
