So I did this description as an exercise in the middle of last year. What I had to do was to basically cause the reader to be able to imagine the whole place. Bring it to life, if you will. Tell me what you think. Hope you like it.
The Elf-glade - by me.
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Derek dove into the limousine. "Push over, Diego," he said to a boy his age. "We need to get out of here fast, before the police find out they're needed."
The faint wail of sirens sped them up. The leader jumped into the driver's seat, buckled hastily, and started the vehicle. He jammed down on the accelerator and they sped away.
The jostling and bumping soon awoke Dominica, and she heard the wail of sirens get louder. Then the limousine stopped.
"Your license please," came a commanding voice.
*A/N* Hey, another new story (again! I will stick with it [hopefully!]). The pronunciation for Iraella’s name is I-ri-ella, Baeddan’s is Bay-dun, and Eamon is A-mun.
CHAPTER THREE