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There were no thunderous hooves to announce the arrival of the army of orcs. No battle cries to warn the sleeping villagers of Caladrin that a battle was upon them. On the southern outskirts, those who woke at all did so to the scent of their thatched roof huts burning above them. Those who scrambled from their beds quickly enough to escape the flames were met at their front doors with blades. In the smallest hours before dawn, those who lived beyond the farm lands woke to the screams of their dying neighbors. *** Jade pulled a cloak on over her nightshift as she raced downstairs, drawn by the cries of a people she was responsible for protecting. There were so many voices wailing for help. For the first time in her life, she worried her healing powers wouldn’t be enough. Read the first chapter in my Dark Fantasy book at Inkshares: http://ift.tt/1KAwZ27 Any support (likes, shares, follows, recommends, and comments) is greatly appreciated.
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