Hey Guys!!
I'm backkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!
Miss me??
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Okie dokie atichokie!
Here we go!!!!
Oh, and by the way, I am writing an awesome story with my friend, Queen Lani Kaulitz the Hyper. We've joined forces!!
The title is 'EPIC'
By HILLBILLYHUNTER XD.
Read and Review, hey??
The Lord Spector was taking short, panting breaths as the werewolf approached him, growling from deep in its throat. The old man shivered as the werewolf brushed against him, its large shaggy nose moving all over him, especially in the places he was bleeding from small scratches.
The werewolf growled again, a deep menacing sound that sent countless chills down Lord Spector's spine. He had spent three days in captivity, locked in a tiny room, after he had been attacked and captured by a group of cloaked soldiers.
He knew what they were.
Dark Narnians.
Supporters of the White Witch.
But why were they here? Why did they capture him?
The werewolf growled again, before its ears pricked up. It backed away, still staring the Lord down with its evil eyes. Suddenly, footsteps could be heard, the obvious reason for the werewolf backing away. The door swung open to reveal a cloaked figure.
"Whats going on here?" Lord Spektor demanded, staring at the stranger.
"The real Queen of Narnia will soon return," the voice leered.
"What? The W-white witch?" yelled Spektor, beginning to shake. "She can not be brought back! King Edmund got rid of her during the Revolution!"
"Alas, it will take more than one drop of Son of Adam's blood to return her." The voice droned evilly.
"What? More than one? What are you talking about!" The old man screamed.
"We have a list, a quota that must be filled."
"WHY AM I HERE?!" Spektor bellowed.
The hood seemed to snap its vision back onto the shuddering Lord.
"You are here, mortal, because the quota must be filled." And the cloaked figure pulled out a wickedly curved knife from the folds of the dark cloak. Spektor gasped in fear, his eyes wide and terrified.
"Who are you?" he whispered.
"You're worst nightmare." And with that, the person pulled down their hood.
The Lord Spektor used his last breath to gasp at the identity of the being, before the knife was brought down upon him, ticking another person off the list.
Okiedokes!
So that was a bit of a preface.
The next chapter will see our favourite Narnian group!!
I will say now that it has been about ten months since Trey left, so about nine or so of peace.
Not for long…
Teehehee.
Review, please!