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Once Upon A Prophecy (Chapter 15)
~~I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians series.~~
Chapter Fifteen: Start of Battle
Veronica uncomfortably checked her new watch Dwaine had just given her; he was supposed to give it to her that night in the forest till they were rudely interrupted, rather impolitely, it was an accident after all. The nice compliments on her cooking in the ship's dining room faded hastily away from her thought-filled mind.
It said one o'clock but the sun had already gone. Hope also evaporated in the anxious air as she predicted the battle to start earlier than she'd expected.
All around her, the armored Huntresses, after they ate their lunches, started sharpening spears for the third time and celestial swords one again on their dining tables.
A small group planned positions on a blue print of the boat's structure near the doorway, as Veronica passed, she heard one suggest that a few should go under and target the monster's legs and feet. And con
The Elf From Lexonias The shop was empty today for the exception of a fat old lady who had been looking around the store for an hour and a half, and Emily who stood behind the counter, knowing the woman was not planning on buying anything.
"Is there something that has grabbed your interests?" Emily asked hopefully.
"Oh no, no I'm just looking!" the fat woman cried in a cheery voice. She went back to trying on a scarf and wrapped it around her neck, which was already covered in a thick strand of pearls when she walked in.
Emily sat down on the stool behind the counter and opened a book. She had been trying to read it all week and today was the first day she had actually made much headway with the suspense novel.
Suddenly Charlotte grabbed the knife and with trembling hands she raised it to defend herself. The hooded figure ran at her pulling his gun from his holster and with a violent bang-
"Excuse me," Emily jumped and stared at the heavy woman in fright. The woman had more e
How to Protect a Dragon Conqueror Chapter ThirteenSunset had hit Berk like a rotten berry, staining and darkening the cloudy skies. Gobber wheeled his array of axes and swords with gusto, a veritable metal caravan in the village. He tossed a sword at Spitelout, who also picked up a newly carved shield.:thumb347026108:
"It's good to be back in the blacksmith business!" Gobber shouted with enthusiasm. Then Ingie and some of the taller Viking girls ran past him. He then noticed that his smaller hatchets where missing. "Hey, where are you going?"
"The dragons need to burn the ships down!" Spitelout called. "That way the Outcasts will be forced to land, and we need all viable hands to subdue them!"
"Seems a bit risky!" Gobber called back. "What with them all trying to get their hands on Hiccup, you may as well be asking for an invasion."
Spitelout doubled back so he wouldn't have to shout himself hoarse. "Chasing them off isn't an option; we need to find out if more ships are coming and take hostages for future assault." He caught sight of me. "Hiccup, al
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(I was in a fantasy mood when choosing)
Well. umm the majority of you guys haven't uploaded?
If you didn't get a 'present' I'm really sorry. If I do another secret santa this year, I will seriously be more organised!