The knights confidently pulled long yellow arrows from their quivers as they charged through the field in the midst of battle, the air filled with the scent of animals and fragrant blooming yellow flowers. With sharp eyes, they expertly dodged the scattered debris and limbs, their horses galloping valiantly to save the kingdom from the devious warlord. With unwavering knowledge, they knew that victory depended on them, and with every string pulled taut and every arrow released, the arrows howl as a streak of flaming arrows filled the air. Only one believe how hearts of lovers, which once were united, twirl in such faint disarray. It was because of three bags that were left at the wrong place.
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