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Crunch, crunch, crunch. The sound of the leaves beneath your feet startle you. You walk through the trees to find a castle, sitting on a hill. Beside the hill are mountains. You hear singing from the castle. You start running towards the castle, to see a beautiful princess singing on the window. You hear a soft voice say, “Hello? Are you lost?”
“Yes, I’m looking for my village” you say. Your thi...
**_Han Kanna_**
The Emperor’s son is in my bed, or rather, I am in his.
After I rise up from the tussled sheets, bare chested but still with pants on, I sigh. I was supposed to be home by now. My parents may have already sent some guards into the woods to find me, but they won’t find me.
They would never guess that their obedient son was courting the prince of their enemy.
That prince in the n...
Wren has come to hate this. Soulmates shouldn’t exist, she decides.
She eyes her phone, picking it up and going to a contact that is labeled “Annie.” Her finger hovers over the fake name but lets her phone slip from her grip for the fifth time in the past fifteen minutes.
Greta and Bell are at school, so now would be an ideal time.
“You need to do this,” she whispers to herself. It doesn’t m...
From my place on the balcony, the ball seemed small, irrelevant. Yet it was the largest gathering of kingdoms in years. Royals from all over the continent came to socialize and meet for everything from military meetings to courting. Though there where many, all eyes where on King Adrien of Gathe, the hosting kingdom. He had recently ascended the throne after his mother, the queen, died unexpected...
This little story was perfect. It was hands always locked and sweet smiles. It was flowers on Valentine’s Day and little acts of kindness when one of them was down, and the sky was masterful. Beautifully lit with pastel shades of pink, orange, and red. The colors streaked across the sky as the two figures—obviously lovers—ran through the vast valley of a perfect prairie.
Everything was right, br...
She could hear them coming. Their boots thundered against the cobblestone streets. The bustling crowd fell silent, straining their necks to catch the rhythm of grunts and hard leather. Then, she heard the screaming. A mother, carrying her newborn, fell to her knees at the sight of the soldiers strapped head to toe in weapons.
Maeve remembered thinking they looked like heroes: dashingly handsome a...
There it was, finally.
The man collapsed in front of the structure after days of wandering. His feet bled through his worn shoes. Tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth.
Here he was to meet the ambassador who would pass him the sacred amulet.
The amulet would save the world.
As he lay gasping, a hand held the back of his head, and drizzled cool water into into his mouth. His eyes fluttered ...
Wednesdawn, 9 hours after the bell, Santil district. Dairy Lane. Tavern known as Cottage of Concoctions.
Victim has been reported as Shelfrut Oakenfield. A local legend for slaying 5 chupacabras with a **broken** dagger and a “mug” of blood left in him whilst protecting 3 lives of early youth.
Main suspect is the one who broke the dagger, Witch of the Betrothed: Alitas R Finklidudeen, who is cur...