Rumor spread fast across the town.....Declairing to all of amateur night.
Two weeks the wait for the date to arrive...slowly the day amongst us...
Before first light we all would wait to be welcomed...When do we begin... but
to some surprise there were tests to pass and tasks to over come... The floors
were covered in the ale from the night before...but soon will be no
more...Some are still not standing...We know one thing for sure.... Only one
will prevale...
Our bodies now thirst for food... Our fancy clothing soiled... Less than half
of us stand... This challange had now come to an end.
Many Marclos' could be found watching every move. Who will they choose? "
Let's form a line" a voice pronounced, an order must be found. It seems the
one is you!
Song and dance would prove...
Her song was the only true..
The first and last day of the amateur had then past... With a great
proformance, And many now knew... the winner of the night!
Written by Laurin Sonendar ( for Milil)
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