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GETTING OUT OF THE WILD FOREST
Author: Kim B
last update2023-10-27 22:05:13
As the lobsters and the Stinxes attacked Marcelos’s armies fighting each other, the vines had to unwrap themselves from the princes’, the princesses’, Benjamin’s, Hawk’s, Ryn’s, and Lilia's bodies so they could join the Stinxes and the lobsters fight Marcelos’s armies.

Immediately the princes, the princesses, Lilia, Benjamin, Ryn, and Hawk were released, they all went to take their weapons and things. Just as they took their weapons and things, they tried to run away without minding the battle seeing it as a means of escape since the vines, Stinxes, and lobsters had been distracted by Marcelos’s armies but were stopped by the phoenixes that landed on the ground close to them. Seeing those that were on top of the phoenixes that landed in front of them, the princes, princesses, Hawk, Lilia, Ryn, and Benjamin looked back at the only way they could run and saw it was toward the battle, and they chose to run toward the battle preparing their weapons. Just as the princes, the princesses, Ha
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