Dawn of the Dusk_Ambushed

Extract form my new upcoming E-story, DAWN of the DUSK:

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"Elizabeth Brancheau struggled back to her resting place. She was severely injured but remained on her feet. A sword had gone through the thick thigh muscle of her right leg, virtually crippling her. One of the bastards actually managed to stick it to her and got close enough to wound her.
In the wake of her fury and anger, she left a host of bleeding and mutilated corpses that never knew what hit them.

"You cowardly curs!" she shouted at the dead bodies. "It will take more than this to kill me!" The emerald green eyes were blazing with anger.

The attack was unexpected and cowardly.

Gritting down on her teeth, Elizabeth took hold of the rapier and pulled it slowly from her muscular limb. The pain was excruciating, but she embraced it. It made her feel alive again. With a powerful effort she extracted the blade from her flesh and dropped the bloody weapon on the floor. She was dizzy with pain, but cling to her reality.
Luckily she had her breastplate on, the fool could have aimed for her heart...
Elizabeth slumped down at the tomb. Her beautiful face was in pain and she was crying silently. Her tears were normal salt and water.
The numerous wounds on her body would heal soon, even the deep one in her thigh. The pain of that she could take. What she could not stand was the pain of betrayal and deceit.
That hurt her a lot more.

The glint of dawn reflected from the Templar helmet. She had to get to safety. She could no longer remain here. It was time to move...

The new dawn will bring a new life.

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NEW STORY COMING IN SOON from Michelle le Rainbow!

There is a generation, whose teeth are as swords, and their jaw teeth as knives, to devour the poor from off the earth, and the needy from among men.

The grave; and the barren womb; the earth that is not filled with water; and the fire that saith not, It is enough.

The eye that mocketh at his father, and despiseth to obey his mother, the ravens of the valley shall pick it out, and the young eagles shall eat it.

The bloodsucking leech has two daughters- "Give!" and "Give!" Three things are never satisfied. Four never say, "Enough!":

The Book of Proverbs