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Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2015 9:04 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 8:56 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 8:58 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 9:57 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2015 9:59 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2015 3:02 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2015 3:05 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2015 6:01 pm
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The Demon Arion
Do not be fooled by my calm demeanor
The book went on for a couple of pages that still had did not mention Arion or Bowen. It was mostly common occurrences, going through days, weeks and months. Mentioning balls here and there, but underneath it wall, it was still the same, the master was a tired man, his daughter sad and introverted, his sons were the only ones that did not seem to let this pain get the best of them. Near the end of the book though where a couple of years had passed, the Master once more wrote of Arion and Bowen. And once more, it began with a misunderstanding.
After a long day of writing new contracts with other noble families I was quite mentally exhausted, but thankfully one of the maids prepared quite a delicious tea for me. Right as she was pouring me a second cup, I heard a scream coming from the hallway. This time, my sons were not around to see what it was about, pushing out of my chair a ran to the hall way, and saw Arion carrying my struggling daughter down the stair. I heard her yell at him to put her down, demanding what he thought he was doing, but the boys long legs carried him out faster than I could run.
Once outside, Arion continued carrying Melinda down the stairs, Melindas weak attempts to push him away were futile against Arions superior strength. As anger rose within me, not knowing what or who Arion believed himself to be, a called out at the boy myself, and demanded an explanation. All Arion did was step to the side, to reveal, what appeared to be a wooden wheel chair. Beautifully crafted, and with a silk cushions on the seat and on the back rest.
Arion continued walking down to the chair and lightly set my daughter on it. She herself seemed in awe, the chair was beautifully carved, it did not diminish my daughters on beauty, it was mostly throne like it looked better than mine own throne like chair. After sitting my daughter in the chair, Arion turned to me and bowed this had been his intention, to get my daughter out of her room to enjoy this beautiful day.
For inside me burns flames that even your feared demons cannot handle
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2015 6:07 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2015 11:21 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2015 11:28 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2015 8:00 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2015 8:49 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2015 9:03 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2015 6:13 am
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