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Age of Awakening: Chapter 2Chapter 2
As the dust of the Sankuan settled over the ground level terrain Sarion, the reigning king of Sanremar arrived on the field seemingly alone.
So you show yourself at last. I was growing weary of swatting these pests.
Sarion bent down on one knee to the floor and grasped one of his followers helmets. Blood was still along the visor of the armored headgear.
Altea, give me strength. Sarion whispered to himself. Volundor had begun to grow tired of standing about the desert, grabbing his cloak and covering his ornate armor against the harsh desert wind.
She cant save any of you. Your goddess has abandoned you the second my armies breached your measly defensive line. Just like I did at Almezara, I will level your capital just as houses of straw you called fortresses.
Sarion, still kneeling with his head to the beaten helmet, stood up visibly irritated by Volundors taunts. He grabbed the hilt of his jewel laden sword wh
Age of Awakening - Chapter 1Age of Awakening
The sun hovered on the horizon line in the Sankuan Desert, amidst clouds of brilliant aubergine, amber, and violet. Even so, the relentless, unforgiving heat still glared down upon the land. Amidst the rolling dunes of sand and the howling wind, corpses lay strewn as far as the eye could see. Most of them, just as anything else left to waste in the barren desert were quickly being buried beneath the sand. Nothing was spared in the inhospitable landscape. A powerful gust of wind kicked up a small whirlwind as a regiment of soldiers struggled to gain stable footing on the sand. They were hunched forward, tower shields embedded firmly in the sand at their feet, prepared for the coming onslaught.
If one of their numbers had dared to sneak a glance above his enormous shield, he would have seen the golden hue of the sand progressively fade into a deep onyx. It was as if the forces of malevolence that marched towards the soldiers corrupted even the minisc
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My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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