Maximiliano Ayala is a writer who specializes in action, adventure, and fantasy. He can be easily distracted by almost any type of card-strategy game you mention.
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One More Bounty
Viko, a tall and slim human on tall black boots, black pants, and a long black coat, walked across the main road as they carried an elf by holding the ropes tying him down. The citizens and merchants stared as Viko walked towards the local guards’ headquarters, and as the elf squirmed and fought against the rope restraining him.
I was not brave. I didn’t have courage. I couldn’t do anything without directions or orders. I never knew what to do. I took the classes that my parents told me to attend. I made friends, if they can even be called friends, with kids my teachers told me to be friends with. I did my homework when my parents told me to do it. I was in events that teachers told me to participate in.
The bed creaks as Colleti sits. Dirt falls from his coat as he moves. His shaking hand touches his bleeding left shoulder, and his fingers stain with the dripping blood from the wound. He lifts his legs over the bed, staining the sheets with dirt from his pants.