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We set off through the woods which were dark, ominous, and made me see why my sisters and I were banned from entering them. My sister took the lead with me in the middle and Helia in the rear. I have to admit I was scared, but I calmed down por telling myself if she’s not freaking out then there is nothing to worry about. I heard her yell Stop. I asked her why as I brought my horse to a halt. My sister said in order to get across the bridge we have to coax the cavalos across because I’ve tried to ride on my horse on the bridge and she won’t budge. So it will be safer if we walk them...

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In the morning I woke up to the chirping birds and the smell of food. I saw that my older sister Flora had laid out on the foot of the cama long caqui, cáqui skinnies, black boots, a black belt, matching headband and an ivy green collared tank which happens to me my favorito color. I got dressed and then head out to the living room to see my sister wearing the same except her topo, início which was her favorito color pink. She smiled at me as she put the plates of comida and glasses of laranja suco, suco de on the table. She said hope you’re hungry because I made a lot of food. I replied I am and thanks sis for...

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My older sister lit the fogo place in the back room to keep us warm since she put out the one in the living room. I watched her sit seguinte to the fogo so I did the same as I gathered my long ballroom saia to sit on the carpet floor. She sighed and looked at the fogo before looking at me and telling me about the legend I never heard. Flora said The legend is something the people in the kingdom have believed in for centuries. However only few believed in this ancient legend until twenty two years ago, this was the same ano I was born. Now what caused everyone to believe in it was my welcoming...

This story will be about the Specialists' backgrounds (probably except Sky's, 'cuz he already has one). Nobody knows, so that's why. This's the first. Hope y' enjoy :)

Riven tried.
He really did.
But it wouldn't bother. She died. And he didn't. It still hurts.
Sometimes he thinks: wouldn't things be better if I open myself to others? But that wouldn't bother either.

"We will get out of here, will we?" She asked.
"Of course." He said.
"Alive?"
"Of course. 'Till then, wanna play a game?"
"I'm too afraid to play."
"You don't have to be. It'll be fine."
"Allright then. Let's play."

He blames himself. If she...