Okay, this story breaks into two parts, one in the past medival fansty world, one in the present day world. To tell which one besides obivous I'll use^^^^^ for the medevil time, and>>>>> for modern time. Okay now thats striaghtened up, into the story
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Yawning sleepily, the girl slipped on her beechers, and tunic. Breakfast was at dawn, but the sun wasn't even begining to rise. Whe had planned sword practice with her friends, but now she was too eager to abondoned that plan. However as sleep tried to wedge its was into her mind, a loud banging started at her door. "Annora, wakie, wakie. Hurry up, we're going to be late," cried a jolly voice. Annora quickly opeed the door to silence her. At the door was a gril, wearinga lady's pink nightgrown of pale pink, with a rugged cloak, covering most of it. Dara was younger than her thou her shoulder length red hair hid most of her girlish youth. Annora shared the ladys of waiting's wing with Dara and 50 other girls, only two besides herself weren't ladies of waiting. "You're going to wake the whole wing with your noise," Annora said strenly, thou Dara saw straight throu it. "If I didn't, I wouldn't have ever waked you," she replied with a smirk. Grabing her pratice sword and boots, Annora wrapped her arm around her. "Be lucky I like you." "Or what will a book squire do to a learned mage?" They both smiled. Annora kissed her forehead, pulling her away. And feeling the coldness of the stone creep int her bare feet, she said, "Come on, little witch." And at their leave, the door closed, locking magicaly.
Well not much, but a little more for ya'll to ponder on. Write more soon, bye.
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