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| Eyes wide open, and staring towards a pre-dawn sky, he would lay for hours still- pensive and alert. Thoughts, unsteady and unspoken clouded his head, "I've never met a princess, two days ago, I saved one's life." The alarm would sound in one hour, but that did not concern him. He was to be rewarded- "Rewarded!?," he almost spoke aloud, "for doing that which anyone with a shred of compassion would have done in my place. And what, for the love of all that's bloody holy, was a princess doing there?" He groaned as the morning sun began to shine through his window, the only window in the room. It was a very nice compartment , if not so lavishly decorated as those in the palace proper. He did have a sitting room, with 16th century oak tables, and dining ware, paintings of heroes trapped in legendary scenarios. Everything from a queen rallying soldiers over her husband's broken body, to a not so lucky knight delivering the final blow to a dragon as its claws clove into his helm. All of which was accented by a giant boar's head facing that of a lion, tongues lolling, fangs bared in gruesome depictions of beastial wrath. Servants had already brought tea, theirs never cooled, and needed no re-heating.
"If I'd only known she was a princess, I might have left her," he began to think. -No! No one could have done that, but he definitely would not have spoken his name. "Some secrets are better spoken in the grave, and others will most assuredly put one there..." he stated, at last lifting his body out of bed. A car will pick him up in 41 minutes. He 'mustn't' be late.
next week: The Luxury of Anonymity
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| With a fury unequaled, and greater than 1.5 inches, our hero raced
into the setting sun. 'Only 14 days,' he mused, 'only 14 days and
the world will end.' True this was not an end all-be all ending,
but one that brought a turning of an age, whether for good or
ill. This, was up to him.
'My body won't move fast enough!' he growled into the frigid
air. Even at a pace that would out-speed the best race
horse, he was right. He was not fast enough. The blizzard
under a blue sky was equally, no encouragement. But if he was to
obtain 'the' weapon and the key, there would be no way around the
Burning Tundra.
next week: the beginning
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| I'm-a gonna change the world.
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| went on a bit of a bender last night. the aches in my body are proof enough, if my memory
decides to fail me otherwise. also: tylenol, water, soda,
breakfast pastries,
vomiting, more booze are no substitutes as an
hangover cure-all in the same way a good night's rest may be.
oh
that someone would remove this pounding in my brain... and help
me find my car.
really, I have no idea.
but maybe this will explain:
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