All I saw was a jolting vision; almost as if someone was running, but I was not sure who.
I had seen everything from my own eyes. I was the one running. But from what, I did not know.
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Mixed Blood (ON HIATUS)
Historical FictionHighest Standing: #2 in Historical Fiction ____________________ She has mixed blood. She is reminded of it every day. Half Scottish and half Norse, she has always been a bit of an outcast. She takes refuge in the arts of swordsmanship and archery...
