Spyro-117

Senger leaned on the rail at the bow of the ship as they glided across the smooth morning sea. Saying good-bye to Karalyn had hurt worse than he expected. At least it was only for the next month or so. "Pretty sky this morning" Auraline said from behind, making him jump. "Geh! Don't sneak up on me like that." Senger said. Auraline laughed "Sorry, it is a beautiful sky though." she said, leaning on the rail next to him. "Yeah. It's very... Red." Senger noted "Smooth  sea today too." "And the seagulls finally left," Auraline said, "all in all, it's a pretty good morning." "I dunno... I miss Karalyn." Senger said after a pause. "aw,

Senger looked up at the stars in the night sky, almost wishing he could stop the world turning. The light of a crescent moon shone off Karalyn's blacks scales beside him, she shone like polished black onyx. The same moon danced off his emerald scales like so many tiny stars. A cool breeze swept across the field and she leaned closer to him for warmth. He wrapped her in his arms as she asked him "Why must you leave tomarrow?" with a sigh. "Would you rather Auraline went to the Farlands alone? She is my sister," he replied "I need to be there for her." "I know..." Karalyn said, "but I will miss you too much..." "And I you, my love." 

Review- CoD Blackops First and foremost, let me say that after playing both this and Halo Reach extensively, neither one is better. It is a dead tie and both are equaly awsome. Any opinions that one is better than the other are just that: opinions. They are equal, face it. Now, about Blackops, it seems Treyarch learned to polish shit.  The technical aspects are all almost perfect. Perfect sound design and soundtrack (whoever thought to put in "Sympathy for the Devil" was a genius). The graphics are basically more of the same, but less bugs like framerate and focus glitches. The Story was amazing, if not abit confusing at moments. Def

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