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As a heavenly elf sits atop the roof of the dirty old inn with a basket of rosen petals, a rather handsome worgen with glowing blue eyes stops by on his epic dragon.
Giggles and play ensue, jumping and the many ruinings of badly conjured picnic baskets.
Then, he beckons! They fly, to a magical, beautiful location in the forest, surrounded by waterfalls and mechanical sheeps with an accompanying angry gnome when you attempt to blow one up.
Bouncing from one rock to another, down the slippery falls through the various camps, fishing and dancing with magical drunk dwarves with the occasional half-time giggles! And what would it be without his howling laughter?
To the highest mountain of rock, they conversed with an elf of a naturey status, the female pondering what wonderous verses could be a-forming on their Commonly tongues.
A pretend suicide, what a daring worgen he is, with his fur and magical transformations to his handsome human side. Pairing with the fair green-eyes elf,
Twenty-three years before the crippling of Crown Prince James III
He was fourteen and she was probably aged about the same, give or take a few years. It had been an hour since he'd met her.
He hated her already.
She scowled behind him and likely shared the sentiment as they scampered up the hillside in a desperate attempt to escape the roaring mob that seemed to be growing perpetually larger and coming ever-closer. Gabriel would have liked to say that it was all her fault he was in this situation, though it was his careless nicking ofwhat was it? A chicken that started the first old woman running, but how was he supposed to know that she'd stumble and fall and everyone else would think he'd assaulted her?
He hadn't. He'd taken the chicken, snapped its neck and run, because he hadn't eaten meat in weeks and he was starting to feel the affects on his already weak limbs.
This is what happens, he thought. This is what happens when you live like th
Little Miss It“Do you enjoy her company?”
That, Avadaci concluded, had been the extent of his grandfather’s kindness. Thank the stars he had broken his neck after a failed attempt to ascend the castle staircase. Not that many were privy to this information. The official listing on the cause of death involved something along the lines of falling in battle after slaying at least a dozen demons, although this was treated with quite a bit of skepticism by the general populace. Yet, interestingly enough, a decent portion of the locals believed a tale about the cannibals of Unkhtom devouring him whole.
Not that Avadaci really cared how his grandfather had died. He was just glad he was dead. And if he was glad his grandfather had died, Avadaci wondered, why did he have to attend his funeral? In fact, the whole kingdom was glad his grandfather had died. Why did they have to attend the funeral?
“Oh Avad,” proclaimed his mother, “obv
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