Scrolls

By Daniel Beardslee

I walk through the castle. Ghosts emerge from the ground, and everyone from the past wars spread all across the states. Awaken the beast within their bodies and souls.

America has been awakened. A king from the underground of the castle awakens and calls to me and says that the angels from heaven called to me to fight it and stand like a stone building. A faint voice whispers in my ears.

Standing before the king he asks me, I have a job for you. A soft heavenly voice has called upon me to lead the kings to victory in the west to defeat evil.

My family is the last to call on I drop to my knees and say, Can you save them? He spoke and told me, Yes, they are in the mountains to the west, in the mountains of Colorado, in the deepest underground tunnel.

Now I know where they are.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Mar 22, 2017
• ISBN: 9781524584009

Daniel Beardslee

My Uncle Dan Trowbridge know as Daniel. My name as well my Blude my mom. Daniel Beardslee, we came from a grate background hi in the trees fighting like the best. Fallow the men of grateness Amaracans the men of thohsins in one. We have all of us everone Beardslee’s in the new city of Beardslee. Live grate hour best wishis goodgracsis what will hapin. Honting Beardslee casohole with lights to the rode.

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Copyright © 2017 by Daniel Beardslee.

Library of Congress Control Number: 2017903902

ISBN:   Hardcover              978-1-5245-8402-3

              Softcover                978-1-5245-8401-6

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 1

M y Uncle Dan Trowbridge know as Daniel. My name as well my Blude my mom. Daniel Beardslee, we came from a grate background hi in the trees fighting like the best. Fallow the men of grateness Amaracans the men of thohsins in one. We have all of us everone Beardslee’s in the new city of Beardslee. Live grate hour best wishis goodgracsis what will hapin. Honting Beardslee casohole with lights to the rode.

I walk throw the casole. Gosts emerging from the ground and everyone from the wars past spred all acrost the states. Awaken the beste within ther bodys and sole.

Amareca has ben awaken. A king from underground in the cashole awakeins, and calls to me and sead the angles from havan called to me to fight it stanas like a stone billding a faint voice wispers in my eyes. Standing befor the king he ask me. I have a job for you softley havanley voice has called upone me to leed the kings to victorey in the west to defeet evole.

My famley is the last to callon I drop to my nees and say can you save them. He spoke and told me yes thay are in the mountins to the west. In the mountins of Colorado. the deepist underground tunele now I know wher thay are

We with eyes of grateness have the contrey of Amarica safe for now, and set on or qust to do grateness for the world, and start to stop eveolness in it traks. We ride to Pikes Peek on hourse back, and find a town still in the makeing. We rest till morning we find a butifole manchen and were wellcomeed. It was butifole big fire place is and butifoll wimen. Some of the finest drinks, my dad and uncles drank and smoked so much and went to oure onee romes with our onee wimen. Awakein in the morning.

Fall from the trees were apples on a bustey trall eating as we ride.

We ride as fast as the horseis will go. We arive in a wooded airreya. Leveing my famley in the deepest underground boomsllter. Ither were arcateks bellding a armey base. As we were talking thay were billding towers peyersing the sky. Still and snow thay were waching the anjols below, and