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Firuhza didn't enjoy living life predictably. He and his wife were one of the wealthiest people in Caravel, the thriving city in the heart of a desert. There they enjoyed a comfortable life style. They owned a big brick house in the middle of the city. Their lives consisted mostly of long days spent relaxing by the private springs and large feasts at night. It was mostly the same year in year out. Caravel was in situated in the heart of an ancient civilization at it's best, around that time. The city benefited a great deal from the many foreigners who would pass by it on the journeys from around the globe. If one wanted to buy something found

"It's not fair!" We've all said it once or twice or trice before. And sometimes when it's said, we really don't know what we're talking about. When we get what we asked for there are times we wish we didn't. If not, then congratulations my friend: You don't exist! And this story isn't for you. But for all of us who do, maybe you've heard this tale before. It's starts with a boy called Eli. It could well be that you know him. He lives somewhere it the south of Dublin, knows a talking bear and a queen who's two feet tall. No? Never heard of him? Well that's good. You wouldn't want to. Also his tale is quite bizarre. He doesn't really like to t

"You've got a lot of explaining to do. We're going to talk to you and your friends one by one. You just tell us the truth, and this will go smoothly," said the Garda Officer. Officer McCarty was known for being tough. He sat back in his chair facing the young teenage boy who tried to keep his calm. The dimly lit room gave off an air of seriousness. The one main light shone down on the table just as you would imagine in movies. "Erm, well I'd have to say it all really started in the morning- "Please state your name for the recording." "My name's Patrick O'Sullivan, I live in Ballyberg. Me hobbies are hangin' around the bog, having a laugh-