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Herbs, plants, flowers, and oils – these are the things that surround my chambers. I had my servants carry Aretha into my rooms as Olghar and I prepare an antidote for her loss of consciousness. Whatever she saw, it is enough for her to lose her strength and faint away. I know for certain that she is alive. Nymphs' hair is said to fade away if they die. In the case of Aretha, her hair remains that mahogany color we love. After mixing several ingredients (and after a few explosions), we managed to find the proper antidote.
I was a bit impressed.
ID Create - lv 1
"Serafall Leviathan," his voice came out as strong and determined as ever. Just like the dreams she always had in sleepless nights, leading to the words she thought that she'd never hear.
Cursed (extremely harmful).
I mostly had memories of my babysitter. "Fuck" I smashed the spoon on the plate.
Chris: "what?"
"So she married him there? I'm so disappointed with Layla as I expected more from her."-Queen Astrid
"Benarkah? Termasuk diriku?" Yoona hanya tersenyum. Pria itu, Sehun terlihat terdiam ketika melihat senyumannya. Pria itu merasakan kehangatan dari senyuman itu. "nande? Kenapa kau hanya diam?"
After 2 years Finnaly Samara opened her eyes but she Lost her Memories
"Good morning Sir"we all responded. Well apart from a little fashionista girl at the back who Mr. Freddy wasted no time in pointing out. "You, stand up"He said pointing a fat finger at the culprit. I watched as she feigned ignorance, turning her head this way and that. "I have warned you all severally" Mr. Freddy began, making his way to the back "if my mode of dressing is not appreciated the least you can do is to keep shut! He stopped right at the girls table staring daggers at her. Low sounds of laughter rang through the entire class. "And keep quite you all"he bellowed at the class. He turned back to the culprit "And what do you have to say you little cunt!". Mr. Freddy had been known for using foul words in class, so it wasn't an entirely new thing for us. "I-m so-r-ry Sir" Claire stuttered, almost at the verge of crying. Her face had turned bright red in embarrassment. Everyone knew that being Mr. Freddy's scape goat on the first day of the week wasn't an entirely good option.