Belles-Library

          The skies are as dark as navy blue with dark black clouds and harsh winds blowing snow like a hurricane. The snowy dunes below are both being blown and built with tons of added snow. Polar bears and penguins are huddled together for warmth for their young and themselves. Solid glaciers stand tall solid as tons and tons of rocks all piled together into one mass structure. The icy oceans by the side of the land are just about as dark as the icy, causing gigantuous waves to crash one another as this intense weather rages on. One would assume this place is a complete winter wasteland and they'd be right, but somewhere here lies a warm s

"ROORAY!!!" Algar shrieks, being the first to cheer with relief for his creator's survival. "Rachel! You're okay!" shouted Figment, also filled with glee.          Rachel, who is lying there before her friends motionless is still coughing up all of the water she had inhaled while drowning in the lake underwater by the wicked lake women. Thanks to Fantasia's last-ditch effort to save Rachel, her skin is returning to its pre-peach-colored state. Once again, Rachel had just survived another death-defying escape in place of her friends from getting hurt. Her blood, in spite of getting warmed up again right now, has been chilling tremendously i

“Now THAT is a sword!” said Rachel with excitement in her voice. “Astonishing!” said Dreamfinder with widened eyes. “Ooooooh!” Algar whistles. “That is the most beautiful sword I’ve ever seen!” shouted Figment happily. “But where did it come from?” “Who cares?” said Rachel. “Let’s get it!”          Rachel runs off towards the lake to grab the sword for Dreamfinder. She figured that maybe this might serve as a peace offering for that accidental kiss earlier today. Simplicity itself: swim up, grab the sword, bring it to Dreamfinder, win the day

          As Dreamfinder had feared while abruptly pulling Rachel away to safety, the wild boar is chasing behind them. The boar runs faster, panting and snorting with sweat dripping and dropping through its fur and sprinkling into the air to be left behind. The loud sounds of its hooves galloping in a fast pace as it clomps against the stone floors, echoing throughout and bouncing off the walls in the hallways, has reached the same rhythm of the fast-beating hearts of our heroes in their attempts to escape.          With hands clasped tight, both Rachel and Dreamfinder are struggling to run over their maximum limit ahead of the boar. This