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The Kingdom of Varuna-The Warrior: Chapter Seven
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The Kingdom of Varuna-The Warrior. Monday, March 15, 2010. The extremely cold and damp dungeon was taking its toll on King Kalev and his Queen Eudora. They had been locked in a small cell down a corridor from their daughter Lavinia, for countless days since Lord Vulterian took over their castle and struck fear into the peaceful land of Varuna. My dear King, I do not know how much longer I can go on down here, the cold is so unbearable! Someone, please help us. But will they be strong enough to defeat him?
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The Kingdom of Varuna-The Warrior: Chapter Six
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The Kingdom of Varuna-The Warrior. Saturday, December 19, 2009. Here we go again. He quickly swam upwards, seeing colorful fish swim by him nonchalantly, as if he were one of them. He finally reached the surface, his lungs and body grateful for the reprieve from the nearly unbearable mode of transportation. Was he imagining things? Seth felt a rumble of waves beneath him as he was pushed towards the bank of the lake. Grabbing the soft earth, he pulled himself out of the water, dumbfounded. He gasped, cat...
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The Kingdom of Varuna-The Warrior: Chapter Two
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The Kingdom of Varuna-The Warrior. Thursday, April 16, 2009. Seth woke up to the warm sunshine on his back. He couldn't be sure how long he had been asleep and half expected to wake up in his bed at home. He most definitely was not at home and apparently, this was no dream. He looked around at the empty beach and up to the sky. Dark clouds were rolling in above his head, threatening to spill over with rain. Or maybe pixie dust, in this place who knows? The wolf growled at him. This has got to be a dream.
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Lycan Tales: Prompt 057
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Saturday, February 21. Drama, fantasy, suspense. Things aren't what they seem. Violence, nudity, language. They kept moving further and further away from town, Alana thought as she kept a good distance between herself and the dog. And the dog seemed to have a specific place in mind. He kept up a steady pace, not a run but more of a slow jog which meant that she had to jog to keep up. Suddenly the dog veered into a abandoned yard of a dilapidated house. 8220;Oh my GOD! You saw how it attacked that man....
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Lycan Tales: Prompt 095
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Tuesday, April 21. Dom, Julius, Ethan. That thing that comes before the fall. 8220;You’re getting better Julius,” Dom murmured as her son butchered Chopin. At least she knew he was trying to play Chopin. That was an improvement. He laughed as he banged on the keys. “Yeah right mom! I hate this thing. Why couldn’t I play a cool. Instead I gotta sit here and play the piano! By Tchaikovsky. The hunting strains hung in the air for a moment as her hands fell back into her lap. 8220;I could eat! Dom gnawed on ...
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Lycan Tales: Prompt 088
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Sunday, March 1. Alana's plan doesn't go as planned. She was human but she had other priorities right now. She watched as the last bus pulled away from the curb. Realizing that no one was going to ask for help today and seeing that it was still sunny outside Alana decided that she should probably head home before the sky opened up again. Dog but still, that’s how she thought of him. She didn’t know if he would have enough food for the night and what if that old house had a leaky roof? 8221; Alana crooned...
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Lycan Tales: Prompt 075
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Tuesday, March 3. Bernard, Caine, Ethan, Dom. God, he was so stupid. What had he been thinking? Hadn’t he learned from his own father’s death? Apparently not, he thought bitterly as he laid his head on his arms. Apparently he hadn’t listened to his better judgment. He knew something was wrong with Alana. What kind of person came to an old abandoned house day in and day out to hang out with a dog? 8220;No, no, no! He could hear his father’s voice in his head as if it were yesterday. You’re going to ...
