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Chapter 18 - 18

THE OTHER WORLD

THE PROPHESIED ONE

XAVIER'S ARC

BOOK ONE

CHAPTER 5

PILGRIM

PART II: SPARRING RIVALS I

No, I'm ready. I'm done running. I'm ready. No. Vavia sprang up from his makeshift bed, drenched in his own preparation. The dreams with you now and. Nightmares. Many, but both were still the same repeating day and night for the past week. The motivation of the dream is what kept him going. But the feel the nightmare left behind is what pushed him into perspiration. What's? Was drove him into. Blessing Marco in on the plan last night and. Perfected it in the start, over and over again during the day. Tonight was another nightmare. Time to prepare Zavia thoughts.

They pulled out his assortment of blades from his supplies bag. Wore his shirts strapped to his back. Another straps around his waist. They will look straight or. Forward. Passing, pacing himself. And at length of different intervals transfixed plates into the sands. When he was done with the last blade in his hand. He turned around and looked to their campsite. A mile from where he stood. And gave out a battle cry. Loud and clear. I'm ready. I'm done running.

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Michael woke up but was still lying on their makeshift bed. He stretched and gave out a loud yard. Who wrote to and fro and rubbed his palms on his face. When you open the size again, that does that sound greeted him. Late morning. And in response, he yelled good morning. Michael had a good sleep, although he hadn't slept outdoors for this long and had great dreams. How ironically lucky for him in relation to his counterpart.

Marcos sat up and looked over to his side. He saw Xavier training with his knife. The guys actually pretty impressive with those. Michael Todd. As he watched. Michael looked closer and saw Xavier was sweating all over. And this movements were slowing down. How long has he been ousted? Michael asked himself. Deep down, he felt extreme. Beautiful father. And each time, he thought. Of the stories he told them about his life. So far, it's made him. Wonder how lucky he been through his game of life. Made him. How he go on. If he'd been in Zambia shoes. Michael wondered if he'd ever be as optimistic as if he was in his condition, still with so much hope. While walking in the shadows of despair.

And here he was, overslept, relaxed and just listened about while someone else's life rested, in a sense. How can I be so inconsiderate? He thought. I have to do more. And give it smile. They were. I'm not letting you down, he yelled in their high spirited voice. In this thoughts? But still trusted his own high level.

Hey, it's Michael. Still hadn't gotten to his feet. For now, he just felt like watching, baby. History didn't. That's right. That's in the trust. He'd seen the same skill and effectively used in swinging. The Knights back at home. Then he won. Of the darks attacks. Even back then, the heats of the battle Marco watched. They were impressed at his bleach flinging.

Just then. Suddenly, Michael. Snapped out of his trunk. Local sat out, its mouth wide open, gave him in shock. OK, just seen something. Something so important you wondered why he hadn't seen it. Long time ago. You need to investigate my cost. He had a theory that place. It's made in a dilemma. He needed to find out he was seeing. Was real, or if it's mined in accordance with the desert heat on him.

Marco reached Outback and lifted its own it directly on this left. You said Trudy items. And pulled out a rolled up piece of paper. Zipped it up.

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Xavier, if my theory is true, Michael began. Not see God's with feet that we might just have. Love leverage over this body? Marco straight out the paper. He yelled and tore off pieces of the corners. Please this into his left shirt pocket. Maybe I was, to hear him so seemed as though he was talking to himself. By thousands of years later, you have the elemental or. Because I behold for my very eyes. Of course, and all around you.

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Xavier Xavier Xavier Marco Ketone yelling out to him. In the hopes that he stopped to hear what had to say. What's up with? Hey. Close enough to be heard by now. But he wasn't. Or was he? Just blocking my call out. But then tuition that Michael was just trying to throw him out of his mojo. Did you think I was just coming over to distract him with some pointless and not worth? The time loss. It's still. It's all behind mother still, but you don't, because the message he carried was vital and tipping the skills on their ground endeavour.

Marco continued to drop a piece of the papers. Of pieces of. Paper he held. In this great. To the wind to see where it end up. He began with the fire. Four corners. Pieces. But those were all gone fluent halfway across the desert planes by now. No. This was the 3rd batch of paper PCC leveled off. The rooms of his people. He held in his fifth 7. More pieces and. Let's another go after several 20. More steps or so Xavier.

The left windows, the shirts. He was tugged into not so neat. Anymore room? Used as a reserve to attain. Is there any pieces? Now when he rode up the paper. I said, oh, that's read announcements of. Screw again. It seemed as if. They've been left on the shelves of an environment elsewhere. Miss Grants Row then roamed free and. Curse at the edges, but. Judging by the size and space and the. Perforations make me. About 12. People. Was of much importance to them. Do. Group. Lewis Blood. Send chills down the spine. Each one of them had three days. Who does Prince? Much. Local weather. Little bridge over. People. Through. What's? Yeah, hectic pearls across the river. Sometime during. That journey across the desert, Michael was the topic up. They were locked. The other paper in the start jumping into it.

Go down, Prince

You.

Wanted.

Local

12 year old fire elemental picture lies below

They were 515 year old boy. Vampire hybrid picture lies below.

A reward to whoever brings in the two boys over there. So. No more games. What's your name? Arrangements. Yeah.

Human hybrid

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Xavier. Xavier. Look. Marco was now for movement struck. Give you a hug instead to look. Listen or look. He just kept on with his graceful movement and strong springs. Michael released. Piece of paper to the wind. And it blew over to Savior

Make them released another. And it's. He unclenched his fists. I released all the pieces he put onto.

There was no. Danger. It's hard. Insert it into the mass swarm that was. No. Head in. Xaviers direction. Xavier, stop confused. It seems something. She told us, Skipped, spun. You said yourself to get a better view. At once. He became startled. At this one unaware of. What it was he just brandished his sword willingly. In the air, cutting the pieces. For the further small. He walked. Backwards as he did so. Home just forward, Xavier was grandson. 4. And exhausted, fell back and lay on the ground. And the people landed on him just as suddenly.

Go on, Elemental Xavier and I'm going to. Train you, Michael said, as he. Sudova Hill. Bed bug. She was shut his eyes and lets his head down to wrist.