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Johan and Darke and Cyrus
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Date Posted: 10/ 6/04 1:47:08am Wed
Johan eyed his surroundings, the rain having suddenly stopped, the men stopped working on the flood walls he had assigned them to work on on the higher areas, while others stopped moving forgottens towards the castle itself.
Barked orders changed that, and the men got back together; a breif break in a storm changed nothing. Johan suddenly felt the choir in his mind and shook his head, then smirked. He didn't have the slightest what it was, save for a vague relation to the forbiddion.
Then again, he didn't care.
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Darke only shrugged helplessly, "Then I am sorry, but this is one time that your hands can do nothing further to save him from his sorrow. What must be done for him, only he can do," He said softly.
Darke had learned more than one lesson about life during his.
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Cyrus winced, Emillia's idea of playing tag was a bit rough, and she was faster than him; he was faster than all the other children their age, but not her.
And Emillia, although she knew that Cyrus wouldn't tackle her, was more than willing to tackle Cyrus with enough force to bowl him clean over.
Then, it was time to chase her
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