I was completely oblivious to the approach of the general, who’d clearly been watching the horde move around me and had deduced my location.I looked...up just in time to see an axe descending towards me, with not enough time to dodge, and I closed my eyes in resignation. I’m going to die on this God-forsaken hill. I’m sorry, Alistair. But the blow never came, and I opened my eyes again as a sword deflected the axe away from me.I was roughly shoved aside by an armoured figure, and fell on my ass –. She says that I concern myself too much with money, and the things I think we "need". But I'm just trying to provide. I heard her talking in her sleep lastnight, while I layed next to her. Restless in bed. Daily routines running through my head. She feels I'm being distant. She thinks I don't want her, and that she has had enough of being second best. But that's not true. I love her so much, and my greatest pleasure, is her pleasure. I want her to know that so bad. I tryed to gentely wake her,. Com/view/profile-blog/id/205 and this is what she looks like to give you an idea for the story ;) The gist of it goes like this..."Heres one of my best times on a bus for you... one time I was wearing a pair of crotchless tights and got on the bus (the bus journey goes out through the country a bit to my village, so I get a good 10-20mins without a stop to play about :P), there was a couple of people near the front, and one really cute young lad (maybe 18ish) sitting at the back right, so I. Alexander read it, his face a remarkable production to watch. First, his brow furrowed. Then his eyes narrowed. Then widened. Then his lips settled into a thin, fierce line. He closed the book, then set the book down, and said, quietly. “I must have words with the high priest.” He stood, and I stood with him, drawing out the sword of his ancestor from my pack. I set it in his palms. Now, the only emotion that showed on the First Acolyte’s face was pure gratitude. He closed his grip on the hilt,.