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The bright afternoon sun shone down onto Hookworth as Arenborn strolled leisurely through the village, breathing in the warm summer scents. He made his way along the well-maintained paths to the Sizzling Turtle Tavern and strolled through the grass to sit at the base of one of the tall trees in the yard and settled between two large roots.

Evening sunlight filtered through the windows of the tavern, small particles of dust floating in the beams of bright light. Arenborn Kolten was sat inside the Sizzling Turtle tavern of Hookworth beside the fireplace, taking advantage of the light from the windows to write in his book. It was one of his many drafts of a letter to his parents. Every time he had tried to write one they had ended up crumpled up and thrown away. They didn’t even know he was knighted, let alone married.

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Every morning, I watch the sun rising.

I don't know how that happened, and why it was there in that right time, but something is clear: My past is not clear yet, and maybe I am someone that is not like me before.

As her life soon was to change, Ellsa sat out back of the home she shared with her husband, Syrioh .Absentmindedly scratching the big dog by her side behind his ears ,she peered out over the lake, remembering their first meeting.