Strife Of The Eclipse

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The stout woman sitting in her rocking chair, gray hair in a ponytail

that ran over her shoulders down her chest and lay within her lap loosely.

a young boy smiled up to her softly wrinkled face, giving little hugs upon

her leg. Each hug brings her the warmest feelings like the brightest light of her day. “Oh hello there kiddo,”

her soft gentle voice came to him. She gave some glance to the armor-clad girl standing in the doorway.

Smiling down at the boy and then at the woman who quickly sat in the chair. “And what brings you two fine-looking warriors around these parts?” Her eyes left the other one in the seat and down to the smiling young boy.

Desmond Kelvins was the youngest. His small cheeks and thin lips showed the family genes perfectly. He was only 8 years old and already showing off his ability to be a leader, always leading his older brother around with very “persuasive” tactics. He was the devious one and was usually at fault when a good prank was the cause, which she calls