Thursday, 2 October 2014

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The sun streaming through the trees glinted off the arrows head as it sailed through the air. It punched straight through the back of a soldier’s leather jerkin and jutted out of his chest, snapping as he crumpled to the ground with barely a sound. His sword dropped into the long grass a few feet away from where he fell. The grass cushioned its fall. Reven looked at Jorkir with a new found sense of respect. It seemed as if he had timed his shot to perfection knowing that…

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