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Adelen stared into the bed of ferns for a long few seconds. The child was asleep. Wisps of dark hair fell over his forehead, the evening sun gleaming on his olive-tinted skin. Snuggly swaddled in a rough, brownish cloth, the baby seemed perfectly comfortable. Soft hiccups -- the sound that had stopped Adelen on the … Continue reading The Foundling: Second
The forest was silent except for the wind whispering past and the purple-hued doves cooing in the boughs above. Knowing by the sun's low position in the sky that lastmeal time was approaching, Merid huffed and pawed at the ground. The large gryphon's golden fur was so long near his feet that it nearly hid … Continue reading The Foundling
I stand at the edge of the world -- my world. Waiting. For what? I don't know. I never know what may be coming. What darkness may be lurking in the shadows of the trees. What evil may be creeping toward my fortress as dusk approaches. There is no way to know what may happen. … Continue reading The Guardian
A cold and stony fortress Stands molding in the forest
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