Really?, i started reading this **** since your first chapter on the other story, i'll just take out both your stories from my library and never read something you write again.
Grant was somewhat conflicted and decided to first get a hang of the situation before taking a decision. He became afraid of uncertainties long time ago, this trait may be considered as a cowardly one by others but it was one of his unique feature, a feature which saved him from many life death junctions.
Aeyldarr and the Avraerion were victorious against the evil and brought redemption to the world.
As though summoned by the power of thought, a horn called from within Jorvinburgh and the doors to the burgh were opened. Out came a hoard of men. They looked tired from the nights siege but not even half as tired as the ragged remainders of both armies on the field. A glimmer of despair washed across the faces of the Åscatorians as the news of reinforcements reached them. The battle had been fairly even despite advantages on either side in their individual battle lines. Now more Ørkadians were surging forth, and from behind to make matters worse for them. They would be fighting a battle on two fronts. It was a hopeless situation now, and they knew it.
I don't know which of us started to change but one thing I know is were different now and it was far from what it used to be.
The second bell had rung and Isamu and Kazuki were still standing in the hallway. Isamu looked over a Kazuki for a split second before bolting into her classroom.
Eloriel 's head dropped on his chest. Her hands were holding on his shoulder as if her life and her everything was only holding together thanks to them.
"Eh ... what's matter Jie!"
In the garden of the household, Namjoon and Jisoo are sitting on a bench, enjoying the view of the sunshine morning. Jisoo is resting in Namjoon's arms. She is closing her eyes. Namjoon is stroking her hair. He then says,
A red energy gathered around his fist crushing all of the things surrounding him.
Any other night the lights would have been a glorious sight, but not tonight. A different fire burned inside Leo. It was one he yearned, to his very core, to quench. Looking back to the sky, he found it reflected what he feared and wanted most – up high in the dark blanket of the sky, where intense pinpoints of light pierced the blessed, moonless expanse.
"What's going on, why is my dad dead?!"