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[title] => Heir To The Throne (Pt.3)
[time] => 2004-03-22 21:17:38
[hometext] => I know it's taken me a long time to get this in, but I'm trying to figure out how to end it. I am trying to work on part 4.
[bodytext] => The Princess gazed out the window as she watched her father leave, he had all his armour on ready for a battle. She watched him as he mounted his tall black stallion, she had the feeling that this will be the last time she sees her father alive. The Princess saw her father ride off across the land, he never gave his daughter the final farewell before he left. She paced the floors, she walked the long hallway, went downstairs and stood outside. The sun's rays beamed brightly down upon her as she wept, she didn't know what else to do. Meanwhile, into town where the Princesses father finally arrived, he had noble knights watching his evil brother's every move, this was the day, the King, was going to avenge his wife's murder. The noble knights cornered the King's brother, the clanking of the metal from the swords, rang out through the town. The King's noble knights and the King's brothers knights, battled to their deaths. The air cleared and the only two men left standing, were the King and his brother. Finally, after all these years, they met face to face. Copyright Cynthia Jones Mar.10/2004 [comments] => 3 [counter] => 172 [topic] => 42 [informant] => Cynthia [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => mythology )
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