I was born a slave, yet promised power untold, I loved a queen but my heart turned cold. Fire took my flesh, darkness took my soul, I lost my path to shadows, yet in the end I see, I saved my son, fulfilled the prophecy, and found the Force in me.

A man was born in the year nineteen forty eight and died twenty years later in the year nineteen twenty eight. How is this possible?

Food of immortals Feast of deities, out of mortals’ reach Tastes like anything you want it to be

There are five of us. Canada and the US share us. Four of us retain Native American names, one an Anglicized version of the French. To remember our names, check your HOMES. We are fresh and visit both our friend Lawrence and a famous American miss.

I surround the castle and everyone is to see for protecting the king castle is my only destiny