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Hunters The king strode past the halls of his castle. He, for an old man, was very handsome. He has blond hair that was greying, deep blue eyes and a elegant profile, he was high and well-built thanks to his training and his fights in wars. He was wearing an elegant outfit, tunic and pants, in blue coloured silk with silver trimming. His boots of black leather were echoing past the hall. He wasn't in good mood. His hears had reached the sound of betraying. He had heard that an assassin was in charge of his death. His informant a simple burglar. He has tell that The Sheik was in a tavern and a man has asked for his death. The man had also sa

EL NIÑO QUE VIVIÓ Y LA PRINCESA DE LA LUZ. En la pequeña ciudad australiana de Gardenia, Vanessa y Mike acababan de llegar uno de los edificios de servicios sociales. Después de haberlo intentado todo para tener un bebé se habían dado por vencidos. La única forma de tener familia era adoptar. Ya llevaban unos meses y hoy había sido la entrevista con una asistente social que parecía darles el visto bueno. Vanessa tenía una floristería mientras que Mike trabajaba en una multinacional de taladros, Grunnings, era el director de la sección en Australia. Hacía poco que se había

Yo, ho, haul together, hoist the colors high. Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die. The king and his men stole the queen from her bed and bound her in her Bones. The seas be ours and by the powers where we will we'll roam. Yo, ho, haul together, hoist the colors high. Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die. Some men have died and some are alive and others sail on the sea with the keys to the cage... and the Devil to pay we lay to Fiddler's Green! The bell has been raised from it's watery grave... Do you hear it's sepulchral tone? We are a call to all, pay head the squall and turn your sail tow