The Forgotten Epic

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A thunderous sound jolted me awake and I peered out my window to behold a brilliant lightning show. My name is Peter and I come from Potside Town, a place renowned for its pot-making. I work in my father's shop, but I am also an accomplished horse rider - Belgian is my world, my faithful steed. In our time, kings and queens ruled the land and I often competed in races representing my town and winning numerous championships. My father exports Prisha from Russia - a precious germs. One day, aft

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The Forgotten Epic - Part 1

A thunderous sound jolted me awake and I peered out my window to behold a brilliant lightning show. My is Peter and I come from Potside Town, a place renowned for its pot-making. I work in my father's shop, but I am also an accomplished horse rider - Belgian is my world, my faithful steed. In our time, kings and queens ruled the land and I often competed in races representing my town and winning numerous championships. My father exports Prisha from Russia - a precious germs.One day, after a race that saw me crowned victorious once more, I ...Read More

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The Forgotten Epic - Part 2

There was a loud noise. A large tree collapses as some soldiers in black are rushing toward a cave signal the approach of the military.Every soldier entered the building and let out a groan: "No, we can't do it, ruler."Ruler: go ahead and wage war against them; they thought I couldn't, but they had no idea who I was. Solider: what can we do.The black squad will wage war on us. King, what can we do.King: Finish them because they are few in number.Black squad discussionStronger: they're preparedRuler: They believed we had nowhere to dwell and that we were ...Read More