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( hey! )
( hey! )
(So….)
(Move on with the story?)
(Yeah, cause Breeze is still stalking you folks.)
( Sounds good.)
Riann sighed, looking around the marketplace. It felt odd to be standing with so many people in one spot. She bit her bottom lip as she thought, her hand traveling to her side to check if a letter was still there.
(Im here! I've got exactly one hour.)
(Im here! I've got exactly one hour.)
( Awesome! Welcome back! )
(yayyy is everyone else here?)
( I think so )
(I'm kind of here.)
(what about puff and natasha?)
(Imma here now)
(Should we wait for others?)
(Hurlo)
(Hi!)
( we can probably start )
(Yay, someone please see Breeze otherwise she will stay a stalker forever. As much as I find it amusing, I'm getting slightly bored with it.)
(Where did we end last time?)
"FELIX! You'll never believe what happened!" Caspian entered Felix's room, taking his hand and leading him towards the palace balcony, overlooking the kingdom.
"What?" Felix stretched and yawned, rubbing at his glacier blue eyes.
(Everyone was interrogating Alyssa and Breeze was just like Not touching that yet.)
( They're in the square. I think a sandstorm might hit )
"The coronation is in two weeks!" Caspian clasped his hands together, a dreamy look on his face. "I'll be king in two weeks." he patted Felix on the back, "My first order as king will be to make you my personal guard."
Felix gave a weak yay and leaned against the railing.
Riann clutched the letter in her hand, pulling her vest closer to her body as the winds picked up. She furrowed her brow in concern as she saw dark clouds rise on the horizon line.
Breeze watched as the clouds began to grew, Sandstorm.
The clouds were getting bigger. Felix pushed Caspian into the palace, but the damn stupid boy closed the doors.
"LET ME IN!!" Felix shouted, pale blond hair whipping around his face as the winds grew and the sand began swirling.
Caspian made frantic motions with his hands and turned and ran away.
"YOU LITTLE PIECE OF CRAP!!" Felix yelled at the glass doors, banging them and kicking them.
"Quick. The bunkers." Riann said, speaking up over the sound of the winds. She spun on her heels and jogged down the streets as the clouds approached. Merchants, adults and children rushed around, trying to get home quickly. The clouds seemed like they were at least 100 feet away so far. Sandstorms can moved at the speed of 85 kilometers per hour. Riann thought, old book passages flooding her mind.
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