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Aug 1, 2010 20:23:11 GMT -5
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Post by lorrinda on Jul 7, 2010 13:14:29 GMT -5
{} <> Nothing seem to be really the same here in Camelot for Angela, from where she was from the villages were very small only a few people would decide to live in the villages of Cenred. In fact, there were very few at all, the most villages she has seen were here in Camelot, it had the lower level were the local market it was then the higher level witch seemed no different, but appearently it was different from what she saw. Angela had only been in Camelot for a few days and already she was a servant girl to anyone who needed a servant. Not being assigned to anyone seemed different from what she saw, having more free time but still having to do work. She started to walk down the halls of the castle looking at every statue that she would passed, the castle was very large but she would expect that because for all she knew the king, Uther Pendragon was the strongest of all the kingdoms. But there was only one flaw, and that was that no magic was allowed in Camelot under pain of death witch was bad news for Angela. Angela herself never knew of her power since she turned six years of age, being able to control water was something she loved to do but it couldn't be done this kingdom. So Angela kept telling herself what her mother had always told her, Don't use it for my sake or yourself. If people found out, it would be the death of us. Angela lived by that rule ever since. And so far it seemed nobody knew about and she wanted to keep it that way.
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