Birds and butterflies,
Rivers and mountains she creates,
But you'll never know,
The next move she'll make
The White Witch
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You can try, But it is useless to ask why,
Cannot control her, She goes her own way,
She rules until the end of time, She gives and she takes
Maeve released an arrow from her bow. Then another and another. It was uncommon how quick she was loosing the arrows from her bow, and only one out of every twelve missed their mark. Neasa and Nathaniel had a remarkable way of staying back to back with each other. Ardal covered Fendrel, whether Fendrel realized it or not.
As they moved down the hall, Treasa suddenly turned on her heels and started back for her and Fendrel's room. Rhiandra immediately turned to grab her. There was a lot of shouting from all of the women, and Treasa shouted something about her mother's book. Rhiandra grabbed her and turned her around, handing her over to Narcissa and Ema. "I'll get it, just go!" There was more shouting, and Rhiandra was gone down the hallway. Narcissa, Ema, and Ayria pulled Treasa into a room, and the door was barred behind them.
With every breath, And all the choices that we make,
We are only passing through on her way, I find my strength,
Believing that their souls live on, Until the end of time, I'll carry them with me