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Do you hear the river?" he asked his friend, whose name was Lomer. "Do you hear it in the distance?"

"Yes, I do," Lomer replied, leaning closer to Victory as they rode side by side. "The sound of rushing water seems to be growing louder. It must be a nearby river."

Victory laughed. "We'll go over the river," he said, "Have you not been to the royal city before?"

"I have only been once, like most boys my age," Lomer sighed. "Victory, how old are you?"

"I am 21," he replied.

"What?" shouted Lomer, halting his horse. "You are truly 21?"

"Yes," replied Victory.

"But you appear older than you truly are. Smarter, stronger. I don't know, it's just that I never thought you to be 21."

Victory chuckled at his friend's astonishment. "Appearances can be deceiving, my friend," he said with a wry smile. "Life has a way of shaping us differently. The experiences I've had and the responsibilities I've shouldered have aged me beyond my years, both in body and in mind."

Lomer stared at him for a moment, seemingly lost in thought. "I suppose that makes sense," he finally admitted. "You've always been wise beyond your age, after all."

Victory nodded, appreciating the compliment. "Thank you, Lomer. But let's not dwell on age too much. We have a task at hand, and every moment wasted brings us closer to losing the opportunity to see my father one last time."

With renewed determination, Victory and Lomer continued their ride towards the royal city. The sound of the rushing river accompanied them, acting as a constant reminder of the passage of time and the urgency of their journey.
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Do you hear the river?" he asked his friend, whose name was Lomer. "Do you hear it in the distance?"
"Yes, I do," Lomer replied, leaning closer to Victory as they rode side by side. "The sound of rushing water seems to be growing louder. It must be a nearby river."

Victory laughed. "We'll go over the river," he said, "Have you not been to the royal city before?"

"I have only been once, like most boys my age," Lomer sighed. "Victory, how old are you?"

"I am 21," he replied.

"What?" shouted Lomer, halting his horse. "You are truly 21?"

"Yes," replied Victory.

"But you appear older than you truly are. Smarter, stronger. I don't know, it's just that I never thought you to be 21."

Victory chuckled at his friend's astonishment. "Appearances can be deceiving, my friend," he said with a wry smile. "Life has a way of shaping us differently. The experiences I've had and the responsibilities I've shouldered have aged me beyond my years, both in body and in mind."

Lomer stared at him for a moment, seemingly lost in thought. "I suppose that makes sense," he finally admitted. "You've always been wise beyond your age, after all."

Victory nodded, appreciating the compliment. "Thank you, Lomer. But let's not dwell on age too much. We have a task at hand, and every moment wasted brings us closer to losing the opportunity to see my father one last time."

With renewed determination, Victory and Lomer continued their ride towards the royal city. The sound of the rushing river accompanied them, acting as a constant reminder of the passage of time and the urgency of their journey.
As they approached the royal city, the could hear the loud noises of the river of people going both in and out. The city's grand walls loomed before them, standing as a symbol of power and majesty. Victory felt a mix of excitement and apprehension as they entered the gates.

The streets of the city were bustling with activity, merchants selling their wares, peasants going about their daily tasks, and soldiers patrolling the area. Victory and Lomer made their way through the crowd, drawing curious glances from the residents.

Finally, they reached the palace, an opulent structure adorned with gold and jewels. The guards at the entrance recognized
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"I have only been once, like most boys my age," Lomer sighed. "Victory, how old are you?"

"I am 21," he replied.

"What?" shouted Lomer, halting his horse. "You are truly 21?"

"Yes," replied Victory.

"But you appear older than you truly are. Smarter, stronger. I don't know, it's just that I never thought you to be 21."

Victory chuckled at his friend's astonishment. "Appearances can be deceiving, my friend," he said with a wry smile. "Life has a way of shaping us differently. The experiences I've had and the responsibilities I've shouldered have aged me beyond my years, both in body and in mind."

Lomer stared at him for a moment, seemingly lost in thought. "I suppose that makes sense," he finally admitted. "You've always been wise beyond your age, after all."

Victory nodded, appreciating the compliment. "Thank you, Lomer. But let's not dwell on age too much. We have a task at hand, and every moment wasted brings us closer to losing the opportunity to see my father one last time."

With renewed determination, Victory and Lomer continued their ride towards the royal city. The sound of the rushing river accompanied them, acting as a constant reminder of the passage of time and the urgency of their journey.
As they approached the royal city, the could hear the loud noises of the river of people going both in and out. The city's grand walls loomed before them, standing as a symbol of power and majesty. Victory felt a mix of excitement and apprehension as they entered the gates.

The streets of the city were bustling with activity, merchants selling their wares, peasants going about their daily tasks, and soldiers patrolling the area. Victory and Lomer made their way through the crowd, drawing curious glances from the residents.

Finally, they reached the palace, an opulent structure adorned with gold and jewels. The guards at the entrance did not recognize Victory, and his young companion as an archer from this city.
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"I have only been once, like most boys my age," Lomer sighed. "Victory, how old are you?"

"I am 21," he replied.

"What?" shouted Lomer, halting his horse. "You are truly 21?"

"Yes," replied Victory.

"But you appear older than you truly are. Smarter, stronger. I don't know, it's just that I never thought you to be 21."

Victory chuckled at his friend's astonishment. "Appearances can be deceiving, my friend," he said with a wry smile. "Life has a way of shaping us differently. The experiences I've had and the responsibilities I've shouldered have aged me beyond my years, both in body and in mind."

Lomer stared at him for a moment, seemingly lost in thought. "I suppose that makes sense," he finally admitted. "You've always been wise beyond your age, after all."

Victory nodded, appreciating the compliment. "Thank you, Lomer. But let's not dwell on age too much. We have a task at hand, and every moment wasted brings us closer to losing the opportunity to see my father one last time."

With renewed determination, Victory and Lomer continued their ride towards the royal city. The sound of the rushing river accompanied them, acting as a constant reminder of the passage of time and the urgency of their journey.
As they approached the royal city, the could hear the loud noises of the river of people going both in and out. The city's grand walls loomed before them, standing as a symbol of power and majesty. Victory felt a mix of excitement and apprehension as they entered the gates.

The streets of the city were bustling with activity, merchants selling their wares, peasants going about their daily tasks, and soldiers patrolling the area. Victory and Lomer made their way through the crowd, drawing curious glances from the residents.

Finally, they reached the palace, an opulent structure adorned with gold and jewels. The guards at the entrance did not recognize Victory, and his young companion as an archer from this city.

Orders from king Fadamier, no one knight, archer, or servant is a loud in with out his paper stating him so. Spoke a dark haired man, with a full bearded.

Victory Laughed as he swung down from his horse. That sounds memorized he replied.
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