Post by DoubleDeeEddBoy on Aug 20, 2009 15:16:21 GMT -5
"What have I gotten myself into!?"
In the arena stood a young boy wearing all blue except his boots, which are brown, with short white hair to match. On his back is a sheath for a broadsword, which is pracitally as tall as him if the sword were to be stood vertically beside the boy. He had a scared look on his face, a look that said that he clearly didn't want to be in the arena, but had to. After all, it's a strange new world he is in, meaning that without the help of his friends, he would have to know about the world, even if it meant taht he had to fight by himself. The boy's name was Ruca Milda.
Ruca breathed in and out and said to himself, "I'm not scared. I'm not scared."
In the arena stood a young boy wearing all blue except his boots, which are brown, with short white hair to match. On his back is a sheath for a broadsword, which is pracitally as tall as him if the sword were to be stood vertically beside the boy. He had a scared look on his face, a look that said that he clearly didn't want to be in the arena, but had to. After all, it's a strange new world he is in, meaning that without the help of his friends, he would have to know about the world, even if it meant taht he had to fight by himself. The boy's name was Ruca Milda.
Ruca breathed in and out and said to himself, "I'm not scared. I'm not scared."
