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The government, grateful for his service, let him keep his issued rifle, the Cheytac. When Great Great Grandpappy Lolo Sandalo finally arrived at Tau Ceti 4 (Bagong Silangan), the rich agricultural planet had turned him from soldier to farmer overnight, hanging up the rifle by the wall. But even then, he has never forgotten his skills as a stalker and hunter. He had considered the rifle as the family heirloom; and he passed down not only his rifle but also his sniper tradecraft- marksmanship, stalking, and camouflage- to his sons if only as past-time. He and his sons would hunt large, alien game, during the planet's equivalent of summer using the rifle. As time went, great great Lolo passed

My eyes widened when I saw a knife behind on him. “Wait, is that a sword? A real sword? Wow, I just saw something like that,” I said and tried to touch it, but Grant quickly tapped my hand, but there was still a small wound. Is that sword so sharp? “Look at what you did. You are, give your hand to me,” he took my hand and covered his hand. I was closed by a little light that came out of it, after that— it’s disappeared; therefore, I immediately looked at Grant and my writing.

He nodded and with a sigh of relief, I climbed into the limousine, realizing that Justin wasn't there. Noah and my two bodyguards settled into the car as well, taking their seats across from me. The drive passed by swiftly and quietly. When we arrived at Justin's company in the city, I noticed that the front area of the building was surprisingly free of paparazzi, although there were security guards patrolling around. I was completely amazed by the mesmerizing display of purple, blue, and pink lights illuminating the night sky from the penthouse of the towering skyscraper. It suddenly dawned on me that the limousine had already left.

As the radiance subsided, a figure materialized—a being cloaked in shimmering white, their presence both majestic and enigmatic. The figure extended a hand, their voice a melodious echo that sent shivers down our spines. "I am Lyra, the Guardian of Light," they announced, their words carrying an air of ancient wisdom. "The fate of the Silverwood rests in your hands, but you will need the power of unity to overcome the Weaver's darkness." Our eyes widened, our hearts pounding in our chests. Lyra's arrival, veiled in mystery and hope, marked a turning point in our battle against the Weaver. Their presence promised a force that could tip the scales in our favor.

His hair is dark and low. "Dear Shadow walkers," he says loudly. I stand frozen in the spot taking deep breaths as the place gets crowded with the dwellers coming of out their houses. My heartbeat has gotten faster as they stare at me. I look to the ground, trying to calm myself. "This is Alice," Gabriel announces, pointing at me. "Alice Lintle." A few persons gasp in shock while other whisper to one another. "Let's welcome her as one of hers," he adds staring at me. His blue eyes are piercing. "Come," he whispers, stretching his hand to take mine. I look around as I let him take my hand. His grip is gentle as he holds my wrist. "To greatness," he yells, raising my arm high. The crowd cheers

Their horses standing in the cold with only a small blanket around them. Darkness around her. Only a small inch of light shone though a small crack on the wall. The light from the house where Roman was. Mia was lying on the cold floor. Lifeless. The sound of the door opening echoed through the hall. Roman made his way towards her cage. Making sure she was unconscious before entering the cell.