He was bold, you could tell, not by the way he walked, talked, or even by the way he shouted at the peasants below him, but by what he was wearing. A dark, long black cloak that caught in the wind as he strutted past his enemies as they bowed before him, black goggles you could not see his eyes through, wild white locks, and shiny black boots that glistened as they caught the slivers of light shining through the night. He was incredible. He stretched out his hand to grab the powerful wand, not yet touching it, when I noticed a gaping scar on his left hand. I was so in awe that I could not stand. Would this be the end of life as we know it?
I hope this helps, this was taken from one of the stories I am currently writing. :)
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The answer to this question would be the second choice.
<span>"Brutus told you Caesar was ambitious. If it's true that Caesar was, then it wasn't a good thing, and he's been punished for it."</span>
Answer: I can't stress this enough...
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Explanation: Your answer is in the story.
