Joan: Ill not blab and ill get on with the story
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"Mystic? Is it possible that you let me out of this room?" pleaded Dark. Magi and Celtic grinned and Silver signed. "That will not work a second time, MR." warned Mystic. She hated Dark pleading about everything. "Aaaawwwww, little Darkie begging mean old Mystic?" commented a voice. With that, a spell his Dark so quickly, Dark had no defense.
"Magic, can you pick some other time to hit him with a spell!?!?!" yelled Celtic. "That could have killed him!" "Too bad, He hit me with his pathetic little spells first!" "Shut up, Magic. We are here to tell them the request of the pharaoh." Dm said. Celtic noticed Silver blush when ever Dm took charge.
"There will be a contest about the three of us. He wants us to choose a troop to command, and then we will see which of us is the better commander for the other monsters." Dm said. "I suggest you go and pick some stronger monsters for your troop. Please tell Dark that when he wakes from the spell."
Having said his part, Dm left the room. Celtic can tell that Magic wants to say something to Magi or Silver, but before he can get the words out of his mouth, Mystic kicked him out of her room. "He should shut up sometimes," Said Silver. "I can heal him easier this way anyway, so stop it!" commented Mystic as she got to work. !@%734678%^&*45056&*(^7($6*45^$67^*^&*%$3456u69567$%^7-0(*76%^%#4@56$%6
"Did you hear that? The three magicians will get their own troops! I hope Magic or that Dm will not bust in and take our child" Gossips filled the air as the three Magicians try their best to choose their troops. They know that this will affect the rest of their lives, so they wanted to get the best.
"Celtic, can I borrow your cloths?" ask Dark late one night. "I need them so the people will not stare at me as if I am a monster, but as their level." "Sure!" Celtic help Dark Don his cloths with difficulty and he tied up Dark's hair. Dark muttered a thanks and sneaked out of the palace.
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Dark went to a stream that use to help him think when ever he is a small child. Before the pharaoh found him, and before the troubles. He always met his best friends here, Neo, Celtic's older brother, and Mystic's twin sister, Dark Elf. Having snuck out of the palace and in a place that no other people to gawk at him, he change back to his old cloths magically.
With a sigh, he lied back into the soft grass, and breathe the fresh air. Magic is from the City, and started before Dark at such things. Dm is from the palace normally, and Dark is from the wild country.
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"Mystic? Is it possible that you let me out of this room?" pleaded Dark. Magi and Celtic grinned and Silver signed. "That will not work a second time, MR." warned Mystic. She hated Dark pleading about everything. "Aaaawwwww, little Darkie begging mean old Mystic?" commented a voice. With that, a spell his Dark so quickly, Dark had no defense.
"Magic, can you pick some other time to hit him with a spell!?!?!" yelled Celtic. "That could have killed him!" "Too bad, He hit me with his pathetic little spells first!" "Shut up, Magic. We are here to tell them the request of the pharaoh." Dm said. Celtic noticed Silver blush when ever Dm took charge.
"There will be a contest about the three of us. He wants us to choose a troop to command, and then we will see which of us is the better commander for the other monsters." Dm said. "I suggest you go and pick some stronger monsters for your troop. Please tell Dark that when he wakes from the spell."
Having said his part, Dm left the room. Celtic can tell that Magic wants to say something to Magi or Silver, but before he can get the words out of his mouth, Mystic kicked him out of her room. "He should shut up sometimes," Said Silver. "I can heal him easier this way anyway, so stop it!" commented Mystic as she got to work. !@%734678%^&*45056&*(^7($6*45^$67^*^&*%$3456u69567$%^7-0(*76%^%#4@56$%6
"Did you hear that? The three magicians will get their own troops! I hope Magic or that Dm will not bust in and take our child" Gossips filled the air as the three Magicians try their best to choose their troops. They know that this will affect the rest of their lives, so they wanted to get the best.
"Celtic, can I borrow your cloths?" ask Dark late one night. "I need them so the people will not stare at me as if I am a monster, but as their level." "Sure!" Celtic help Dark Don his cloths with difficulty and he tied up Dark's hair. Dark muttered a thanks and sneaked out of the palace.
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Dark went to a stream that use to help him think when ever he is a small child. Before the pharaoh found him, and before the troubles. He always met his best friends here, Neo, Celtic's older brother, and Mystic's twin sister, Dark Elf. Having snuck out of the palace and in a place that no other people to gawk at him, he change back to his old cloths magically.
With a sigh, he lied back into the soft grass, and breathe the fresh air. Magic is from the City, and started before Dark at such things. Dm is from the palace normally, and Dark is from the wild country.
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