Read the excerpt from "beautiful bellandia.”
alex had always been proud of his role as a warrior, but now he was not so sure about it. rin and sora noticed his troubled look and smiled warmly. "don’t worry, we will show you how we live,” said rin. "you may even like it enough to stay. everyone is welcome in bellandia! ”
alex spent the rest of the day eating to recover his strength. that night, as he drifted off to sleep, he heard a lovely tune. it sounded like all of the people in the land were singing. the music was so beautiful that his eyes filled with tears. once again, a feeling of calm swept over him.
this excerpt is part of the story’s
rising action.
climax.
falling action.
resolution.

d. football allowed the narrator and his father to reconnect after his parents' divorce.

the italian poet francesco petrarch did! (:

in night, why are wiesel and his father evacuated from the auschwitz concentration camp? a massive escape makes the nazis question the security of auschwitz. they are assigned to work as laborers in a factory at another camp, buna. hitler has ordered that all remaining jews be relocated within german borders. the german army needs the camp guards to go to the battle front for a last-chance defense.

it was surely an odd creature that one made up by reading the historians first and the poets afterwards a worm winged like an eagle; the spirit of life and elegance and charm,   in a kitchen chopping up suet. but these creatures, monst'r however entertaining to the imagination, hast no existence in fact. what one might doth to bringeth h'r to life wast to bethink poetically and prosaically at one and the same moment,   thus keeping in toucheth with fact—that the lady is mrs martin, ag'd thirty-six, did dress in blue, wearing a black coxcomb and brown shoeth; but not losing sight of fiction eith'r—that the lady is a vessel in which all s'rts of spirits and f'rces art coursing and flashing p'rpetually. the moment, howev'r, yond one tries this method with the elizabethan mistress, one brancheth of illumination fails; one is did hold up by the scarcity of facts.   one knoweth nothing detailed, nothing p'rfectly true and substantial about h'r.   hist'ry scarcely mentions h'r.   and i did turn to professeth'r trevelyan again to seeth what hist'ry meanteth to that gent.   i hath found by looking at his chapt'r headings yond t meanteth.