unexpected song

"Wait. I'm not going to hurt you," he said as he rushed towards her to get the waves out of the beach.

"Wait," he said. Knowing he'd never find a chance like this again, he looked at his sword, he took it off and threw it alongside his shield, looking at her scheduled surf.

"No, wait, please" looking at the water.

He dives to look right and left to no avail.

"You" shouts after he goes upstairs and repeats it madly. He shuts up for a moment, looking around, making his way through the raging waves to the beach to take his foot off the beach. And he can't stop breathing so hard to gasp.

He holds his sword, which he carved on at the farm door.

It's the song he used to sing with Babylon, it's the last song he's ever heard of before someone thinks they're going to play hide-and-see to get away from the farm, and he's condemning it.

"How much we first met at the farm door," he said, throwing his body on the sand.

To sleep a few minutes later in the sound of the waves.

He heard the waves that repeated so he wouldn't hear it as if it had become part of the air around him to drown in the sound.

Something's getting close to him, but behind the sound that's become a hundred-percent wall around his ear, it's impossible to distinguish the next steps.

Someone grabs his sword and waves him to move his shield, which he touches, and he wakes up.

He looks at his feet to raise his eye. To get his focus.

"Why were you following me? And why did you finish what I sing like you've ever known?"

I was going to ask you the same question.

"You don't have to wave this in his face."

"I told you I'd get hurt," he said, looking at her again to calm down her face. "Friendly conversation"

She repeats her words as she raises her head to make it clear that she's not afraid of him.

"I asked you why you knew what I was singing?"

I was going to ask you the same question.

Because I'm the owner of that song.

You didn't complete the words "at the flowers under the wood."

To continue, "Find my name on it."

That's my name, Thomas. No one else knew that song and a few people, none of whom were left. "I don't know if he's alive or not," he said.

I looked at him in meditation for so long, as if she hadn't seen an amylation for so long, to put her hand on Thomas's face touching his mouth.

To meditate on her turn, where she wore these bright transparent dresses, she gives the feeling that she was made of jellyfish to show her chest, which is covered with two small cochlea, and her long white yellow hair is in the middle of small snails, to create a simple crown that holds her hair with a face that shines closer to the ivory than the human. As if she had put on it a silver rose and her wide eyes in green coral marked with gold so as not to separate it from the color of her golden eyebrow she puts three pearls at each ear almost seen through her ear to see the veins with her complementary way through her face and neck The tall one wrapped on it, this silver necklace, is in the middle of a small, red mouth full of teeth that suggest it's a lioness.

I stopped meditating when she said, "What if I tell you who you're asking is alive."

Thomas looks him in the eye.

Thomas smiled and his eyes shine.

"But don't hope too much.

"It doesn't matter as long as he's alive, nothing's impossible after that" to stop for a moment.

"But how?"

She touches her hand on her arms to show a small sign of a symbol drawn on her arm from the inside, "It was a hard time. We were a bunch of "looking at her feet with little fins," you see.

And it looks like the market. The slave market needed some difference, or so I heard him say that day, looking at us after looking at my side to get her away. She didn't stop holding my hand so hard. I never knew her. But I know this hand. It's fear.

I looked at that in our language. I didn't hear it until the hunter separated us before I understood what you wanted.

I didn't understand what was going on.

Don't pull something from afar. I understood what he was doing when I found my hand soaked in blood to move against him. yes, it's pulling a transparent rope connected to something that's in the arms.

To pull in the midst of my cries, to get down a net to cover me and order someone next to him to pull with him.

I was seconds away from losing consciousness. To look at my body carrying up and out of the water to see the limbs of the ship approaching to find three others who are missing. I said wait in a voice that hardly hears to sway on

To wake up to the sound of the arrival of the ship at the port amid the cries of the sailors to find myself in a cage with three nymphs and look to my hand to find her to find her stuck, she didn't want to know what she was doing, she just pushed my hand hard, but I didn't feel my hand anyway.

To approach us someone put his hand on the cage to reach her one of those iron sticks that they hold on the high of the ship to enter his hand cut off one of his fingers to reach blood from her face .

I don't understand what happened.I don't understand a second later, we're at Mia Harbor. We've been confused by him in our fiction. I didn't know it existed unless blood was written unless it was written in those pages in our children's stories.

Let the fairy tales stand the cries of the man holding his finger away and walk away with those looks around us that almost ate us alive moments ago.

I looked on my side moments after the impact. Yes, of course he overtook her so the cage could move out of the harbor to enter the market.