Could I have some fantasy prompts?
(Sorry about the late reply! Here you go!)
The metal of her sword shrieked as she parried blow after blow. They had been stuck in this never-ending fight for days or rather one day that kept restarting. Each time her soldiers woke to the knowledge that they were all going to simply fight again and again.
She was getting sick of this.
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“You’ve been hearing what?!”
“Whispers!” He leaned forward in his chair. “I’ve been hearing whispers coming from the walls.”
“... I hope you realize that even here that is just... not good!”
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“We’re really following the talking cat?”
“Do you have a better idea?”
“... I just want it acknowledged that I’m doing this under duress.”
“Shut up.”














