Dark Eyes
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“We’re just a group of sixteen and seventeen year old teenagers!” Wise yelled an obvious fear in his voice. “What are we suppose to do in the face of an army like this?” Everyone sat in silence knowing that they all had the same thoughts, but what were they suppose to do, tell their king that there is no prophecy and end up being executed for faking the roles of heroes. “The sky is black with the clouds of smoke that rise from the red fires of the very army we are to face, and why? Because some scribe with a fantasy wrote a prophecy that just happened to describe us vaguely. All just so his
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