Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
The darkness of the woods was not comforting as Aria had hoped it would be.
She had grown used to the darkness, embracing it and learning to accept it.
It had not frightened her.
The girl had left the how after they had arrived, leaving before anyone could ask why.
She had found solace in a particular part of the woods, not too far away from the others.
But as Aria stood alone in the dark, quiet woods, she couldn't stop her fingers shaking or the loud ringing in her ears.
She closed her eyes, letting the darkness overwhelm her as she tried to push away the shouts of the Narnians that she left behind.
Aria almost laughed at the situation.
Years and years of experience.
Starting from Jadis up till now, Aria had fought in several wars but it always took some time for the consequences to wear off.
Anyone would have thought one would get used to it.
But for Aria, it always took time.
The girl jerked at the sound of a horse and reached for the sword in her waist.
She unsheathed it and pointed it in the direction of the sound but was soon quick to drop it at the sight of her guest.
"Hello", Edmund spoke, a cheeky smile on his face.
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