02-25-2018, 09:45 AM
Cendrillion slipped on a red and gold robe and walked to the edge of the alter. It wasn't unusual for the villagers to be afraid of him and all that he offered, and rarely did many step forward on the first day. Davis was a bright light. A man who knew what he wanted. One who strives for greatness. The dragon hoped the man could face the temptation of that power without faltering.
He asked again, "Are there any others brave and daring as Davis who wish to ask my favour?"
He asked again, "Are there any others brave and daring as Davis who wish to ask my favour?"