The Curse of Abbadon_Fairytale Chances_A Visit To Bunratty Ireland_Return of the Crown
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The Curse of Abbadon
“Everything is ready for the ritual, Ms. Cozbi,” Egill avoids looking Ms. Cozbi in the eye as he informs her of his success. He shivers as Ms. Cozbi pats him on the back and walks towards her cauldron. The dark enchantress hasn’t informed him of her plan, but Egill wouldn’t ask questions or he would be putting the lives of his loved ones in danger.Egill begins to back away from what Ms. Cozbi is doing. She stands in front of a cauldron with a book that's bind is peeling with age. In front of Ms. Cozbi is a circle of six sharp triangular stones. Each stonwww.onedoor.cce has a bony hand on top, that is prepa...
Fairytale Chances
Unbelievably boring as the day was, it wasn’t over yet. The dreaded ringing of the bell indicated the beginning of the next class - gym. The highlight - laps. I don’t think I’ve ever hated a class with such a passion, especially when we had to run laps. The only upside of this frightening, sweat-extracting hour of torture is that I had my tall, blonde and gorgeous bestie, Freya, with me. But of course, being the athlete that she is, this doesn’t phase her.“Window closing! Window closing!” Freya’s high-pitched whisper brought me out of my thoughts.“What window?” I replied as she caught my arm, ...
A Visit To Bunratty Ireland
I grasp the handle of my luggage firmly and manage to squeeze through the crowded airport terminal. Once I'm outside I take a deep breath of fresh air, allowing my lungs to fully expand in my chest. It's so wonderful to be on solid ground again, breathing real air. I mentally squeal. Irish air! I scan the parking lot, looking for a place to sit and call a taxi. In the taxi I peer out the window and think. I'm out of my mind excited! I'm half Irish and have wanted to travel to Ireland forever. But now that I'm older, 18, I have been obsessed with Irish castles. I've read at least a h...
Return of the Crown
Her finger tips grazed against the crowns’ golden rims. Ivah’s sapphire eyes gazed at the shiny big crown that she desired, or rather, everyone desired. Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud slam of the two large doors that entered into the king and queen throne room. Two rather annoyed people stormed into the room, they saw Ivah standing there touching the crown. She quickly held her hands behind her back and bowed. “Your highnesses.” She greeted the two princes. It seemed they both didn’t really notice that she was touching the crown, they quickly swiped it away. The tall, slim prince loo...