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[Fiction] Queen of Sheba, Episode 2
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Episode 2 of fiction: Let’s jump straight into the story.
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Ratings and Review.
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Dear reader, we’ve come again with a super-branded story. The kind of story that peppers the mouth. The story of King Solomon and Queen Sheba Episode 1 lays the foundation for the secret intentions and probably secret planning within the palace.
If you’ve not seen the Episode 1
We recommend checking it out first. However, this Episode 2 is another blockbuster and rushing wind edition.
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Inner chambers of the Queen of Sheba, Episode 2.
Tint Tinta Tint Tint Tint Tint. We Tint, We fight, We courage, We fright, We cry, We light. Dark canvas is the colour of the universe, We are—the light in it. Colours. Atoms are grinding molecules. And we are here, doing nothing. Terrorism in our world today is outright out of hand. What can we do about it? Is it even possible that there would be world peace? Will it keep skyrocketing day by day, Blasting off the roofs? Or maybe we dance, Jingling tingling, Shackling of gold pipe winding lines. Oh my gosh I love poetry. All of a sudden, I forget and remember. I remember all the good times All the funny times, All the swinky-ferilious times. Sheba sings songs like corn. Corn maze with many seeds. Well baked, Well cooked, aroma for those who love to eat maize will know how it feels. Ravishing and Crunchy. My Queen, Your loyal servant is here, My Queen, I have fresh tap water news. My Queen, May I ask for a raise after this? …You seem not to like your head any longer. My Queen, I bring you good tidings. Sparrow bird has brought news. We hear of a royal banquet happening in Isreal, Just three night and days journey from here, King Solomon would be there to chair his friendly Kings. My Queen, My Queen, (gasping for air) sorry to badge in, This is a matter of Kingdom safety, The big bell has been rung thrice, Our soldiers are lining up. The Amekshites have taken us by Surprise. We are surrounded! My Lord, My Lord, sorry for interrupting, Four hundred of our men have been killed, Our training camp, far east, has been raided. Survivors reported one thousand Amekshites arose from the woods. Amekshites are notoriously barbarians known for their unforgiving destruction led by Drakon, Son of Zaragorath, infamous for his ruthless and cunning strategies, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake as they conquer and plunder kingdoms. Drakon approaches from the east, Xander from the west, and Thorin, from the North —the last standing warrior of an ex-lost battle, full brown beard but a bald head, instilling fear in the heart of his enemies. Thorin is the Queen on the chessboard. He to wait until the Soldiers of Sheba are well spent. The sound of war is a bulb switched off for the Queen, making you forget all night plans and arousing desires; although Makeda, Queen of Sheba, has won many battles, this would be her determining war. …Everyone, go to your positions, and close the gates! …Asteroid, prepare your men and hold the fortress.