Saturday, August 30, 2014

WEWRIWA Submission 8-31-14

Quieting his agitated nerves, Bellanar lunged forward and seized her wrist, grasping as tight as he could manage with his shaking hands.
“Please, Elam. I implore you. You are our only hope, Peacekeeper. Warlord.” His voice trembled, struggling to force out the last syllables.
Nara tested his grip, pulling her arm away, but his desperate hold was not easily broken.
“Then all hope is lost,” She retorted.


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