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  • Essay / Dragon Rider: Armaila - 983

    ArmailaArmaila jumped and pulled out the homemade arrow from the soft bark of the tree. It made a slight crushing sound. She had been practicing her archery all morning, but now the wind was blowing too hard for her to continue. She examined the arrow, her light green eyes darting back and forth. Satisfied, she put it back in her quiver with all the other arrows. Bow in hand, she began the mile walk home. "Uncle!" she shouted as she walked through the oak door. His parents had been summoned by the king; his father had been accused of being part of an assassination plot against the king. Her father couldn't have done it, Armaila knew, but that didn't make the situation any less serious. The trial lasted another month. Her aunt and uncle, on her mother's side, took care of her. His aunt, Marie, was his mother's sister. Her family only lived a few miles from her home, so she knew all the countryside around their farm. “Armaila!” the burly man replied. Most of the hair on the top of his head was gone and what was left was a dirty shade of white. Hastily, she put down her bow and ran towards her uncle, wrapping her arms around his large waist. She stood about up to her shoulders. “Words about father and mother? She said, her green eyes searching his worn face worriedly. He shook his head, a look of sadness was on his face. “No, my child.” " He said softly, brushing her autumn brown locks. "Where's aunt? " "She went to town, maybe she will bring back a message. " He smiled at her reassuringly. Armaila nodded; an attempt to reassure herself. Then, like the last two days she was there, she went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Soon, the aroma of middle of paper......if she wants to go or not,” Earl interrupted He smiled at Armaila with fatherly pride Armaila remained silent for a brief moment, deciding whether it was better to stay or go “Mrs. Did Hatcher know how many people would be there?" she asked. "I think about twenty, she estimated. that the lady who told him about it was new in town – quite a strange person, from the looks of it Hatcher said she seemed normal, but there was something she couldn't figure out. put the finger. "Auntie, doesn't this seem very dangerous?" "Yes, but somehow I feel we have to go, but the choice is yours to create Armaila. I will support whatever you choose. Armaila noticed that her uncle had remained silent, he just looked on, seeming indifferent. “I'm going to go. When?” Armaila asked softly as she stood up. “Midnight tonight.”