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Aeros reached the Feasting Hall several minutes before Chorey did, and got to enjoy a substantial dinner before his new found friend even reached the Hall, panting slightly from the effort of trying to catch up with him. Aeros was still a little hurt from his father's comments earlier in the day, and felt an even greater pang in his heart as Riku stood up to deliver a speech to the students. "Students of the Keyblade Academy, I hope you all enjoyed your feast." Riku boomed out confidently as he addressed them. "However, as you know, final exams are all upon us. I look forward to grading all of our classes, and I hope you all are performing

Clash! Ching! Slash! The sound of metal on metal echoed all throughout the hall as hundreds of children fought each other with large, key-like swords, while a young man, hair as silver as the blades themselves, and eyes a deep blue, with just the slightest hint of green, looked on keenly atop a stage at the front of the room. A woman about his age moved beside him, looking as if she needed to tell him something. He dismissed her with a wave of his hand, and she bowed respectfully out, her light brown hair obscuring her dark blue eyes as they moved towards the source of her concern: two young boys in the crowd of students, taking the training

Sitting down on the rocky floor of the ancient caverns, Terra's dad began to tell the story of their ancestry to Terra and Riku. "Eons ago, the many worlds were linked to each other, and remained in perfect harmony." Terra's dad started, as he walked around the cavern slowly. "Each of these worlds had a heart, except for one world, the world where the original children of the Keyblades, Omega and Alpha were born. They existed in two separate worlds, connected by a single heart. The people of this world worked in very close harmony to ensure the security of the worlds. "However, there began the corruption of individuals, and the division o

I stand here, looking upon the old, dilapidated, haunted house. Time has passed, a lot of it, but I can still clearly remember the story. I still remember you. I still remember us. Thinking hard enough, I can recall the team, even the club, though it takes all of my effort. Fear, fresh as the day we explored this house first, still grips me as I stand on the footpath outside of this place, just beyond the gate's chilling, desperate grasp as it swings towards me, propelled by only the faintest of winds. My thoughts turn from this place to you, and fear turns to guilt, as I picture your face, once full of life, then void of all emotion as

Close study of key passage in 'Othello' 'Rude am I in my speech and little blessed with the soft phrase of peace' (1.3. 81-2) Consider whether Othello demonstrates any lack of refinement in his speech to the senate as you analyse the 'round unvarnished tale of [his] whole course of love'. (1.3. 90) KEY PASSAGE ACT 1 SCENE 3 LINES 127-169 OTHELLO TELLS HIS STORY 1. Decode the narrative Work with a partner to retell this passage in modern language. I can't! It's in freaking Wingdings! 2. Interpret key ideas Set up your own table in your English book based on the table below. In a table record key ideas understood about Othello's natu

 Standing with her back to the wall, Terra quickly surveyed her backyard, while Riku closely examined the area, both trying to figure out how they can use the environment to their own advantages. 'The backyard doesn't appear to have changed dramatically during the year that I was gone.' Terra thought, already perfectly aware of how the backyard was, spending so many years of her childhood pretending to slay dragons, chimaeras and other mythical beasts, using an old wooden sword made for her by her father. Terra started to remember all the times her footing slipped, and walked over to check those patches to see if they were still somewhat so