through his body. Ankles now or never. She needed bruised from her attack, to rescue the dragon. Annabelle struggled to her she screamed “Stop,” feet, scanning the room for as strike number three a means to defend her and neared Smolder’s wounded Smolder. back. The crack of the whip broke Red Warlock whirled to the heated silence. Spikes face her. take it,”” he “Can’t dug deep into the flesh of taunted. Smolder’s back. Annabelle She cleared her throat. bit her tongue to stop him go!” “Let herself from crying and I ever do “Why alert the wizard to her that,” he snickered. search for a weapon. An are a coward!” “You empty water troth stood in she screamed. are too “You the corner, Smolder had left frightened to fight him. You some other wood project hide behind your spells and hidden under a cloth, and pretend you are powerful.” the pen she used for writing His hands shook with lie in her cell, nothing that rage. The red cloak swirled would really give her the around his feet as a storm upper hand against a of magic surged within his powerful warlock. Another body. Dropping the whip, blow to Smolder’s he marched straight up to hindquarters seemed to the princess. shake the tower. It was
through his body. Ankles bruised from her attack, Annabelle struggled to her feet, scanning the room for a means to defend her and Smolder. The crack of the whip broke the heated silence. Spikes dug deep into the flesh of Smolder’s back. Annabelle bit her tongue to stop herself from crying and alert the wizard to her search for a weapon. An empty water troth stood in the corner, Smolder had left some other wood project hidden under a cloth, and the pen she used for writing lie in her cell, nothing that would really give her the upper hand against a powerful warlock. Another blow to Smolder’s hindquarters seemed to shake the tower. It was now or never. She needed to rescue the dragon. “Stop,” she screamed as strike number three neared Smolder’s wounded back. Red Warlock whirled to face her. “Can’t take it,”” he taunted. She cleared her throat. “Let him go!” “Why I ever do that,” he snickered. “You are a coward!” she screamed. “You are too frightened to fight him. You hide behind your spells and pretend you are powerful.” His hands shook with rage. The red cloak swirled around his feet as a storm of magic surged within his body. Dropping the whip, he marched straight up to the princess.
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