"She could have stopped it. She could have. But instead, she watched it burn."

"Then, a knight strode through the festival, parting the crowd like a tall field of grass. Adorned in silver armor that scaled her skin like

“Don’t you both feel it in your bones? The cold is coming. We should prepare food and shelter, lest we perish!” Beaver said...

My parents tried to hide the fact that there were ghost sightings and paranormal activities, but they needed to whisper a little quieter...