Disclaimer: When will you get it?
Okay...I'm back. Mom wanted some "family time"...anyway, Dude, you have some
serious issues, but I like your style. Sort of.
Ask Rhia yourself if she thinks she's hot. I'm sure she would appreciate
it. (not) As for me? I am a mastermind, not a chick. Right. Ch. 14....
P.S. Dude-in your next review, tell us what you look like.
The calmness had ended. Just as Alex and Rhia had found a steady pace on their journey, arrows had started stinging the air around them.
Rhia's golden hair flew out behind her, catching the light. No longer did her sky-blue eyes hold fear. Instead, a look of steely determination hardened them.
She raced through the trees, swift as a deer. As she dodged left and right to avoid being hit by an arrow, ideas flitted around her head. Instinct was taking over, and she needed to control it so she didn't bolt.
Rhia glanced to her right at Alex, who was doing his best not to run ahead as well. That is when a spark hit her. "Alex!" she gasped, "Run faster!" He looked at her. "No! I can't leave you behind!"
"You won't be!" Rhia yelled as she started speeding up. Alex instantly caught on and made his legs go faster. Instinct took over both of them and they plowed onward.
Charlie and Brolo matched their pace, Brolo shouting constantly "Run, run! Move dem fatty legs Cha'lie! Me wants speediness!" as Charlie tried hard not to lose the pair below him.
"I'm not meant for this!" he thought as he made his stubby legs move faster. "Man, I have to start eating lighter!"
The goblins were very angry by now. Their prisoners had escaped twice. It wasn't happening again.
Sutka was a very low-ranked goblin. He was a foot archer. He wasn't very good, either. But this story is not about him. His only purpose is to cause havoc in our hero's lives, which he does quite well.
As he ran, he strung another arrow onto his crude bow. He pulled it back, squinting to get a better aim, not that it would do anything. He let go, sending the arrow spiraling forward.
Now, most of the time, about 98% to be exact, the arrow would have spiraled off into a tree or some other stationary object.
But on that day, some cruel twist of fate guided his arrow true. It flew through the air, riding on the air currents in pursue of its prey. If it had had any feelings at all, it might have felt remorse.
Unfortunately, arrows only have one purpose- to fly. And fly it did. Straight into Rhia's back. She went down with a scream.
The calmness had ended. Just as Alex and Rhia had found a steady pace on their journey, arrows had started stinging the air around them.
Rhia's golden hair flew out behind her, catching the light. No longer did her sky-blue eyes hold fear. Instead, a look of steely determination hardened them.
She raced through the trees, swift as a deer. As she dodged left and right to avoid being hit by an arrow, ideas flitted around her head. Instinct was taking over, and she needed to control it so she didn't bolt.
Rhia glanced to her right at Alex, who was doing his best not to run ahead as well. That is when a spark hit her. "Alex!" she gasped, "Run faster!" He looked at her. "No! I can't leave you behind!"
"You won't be!" Rhia yelled as she started speeding up. Alex instantly caught on and made his legs go faster. Instinct took over both of them and they plowed onward.
Charlie and Brolo matched their pace, Brolo shouting constantly "Run, run! Move dem fatty legs Cha'lie! Me wants speediness!" as Charlie tried hard not to lose the pair below him.
"I'm not meant for this!" he thought as he made his stubby legs move faster. "Man, I have to start eating lighter!"
The goblins were very angry by now. Their prisoners had escaped twice. It wasn't happening again.
Sutka was a very low-ranked goblin. He was a foot archer. He wasn't very good, either. But this story is not about him. His only purpose is to cause havoc in our hero's lives, which he does quite well.
As he ran, he strung another arrow onto his crude bow. He pulled it back, squinting to get a better aim, not that it would do anything. He let go, sending the arrow spiraling forward.
Now, most of the time, about 98% to be exact, the arrow would have spiraled off into a tree or some other stationary object.
But on that day, some cruel twist of fate guided his arrow true. It flew through the air, riding on the air currents in pursue of its prey. If it had had any feelings at all, it might have felt remorse.
Unfortunately, arrows only have one purpose- to fly. And fly it did. Straight into Rhia's back. She went down with a scream.