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In the middle of the night, underneath clears skies accompanied by the brisk and cool La Noscean winds was what first appeared to be an abandoned hovel. Inside sat the Lalafell, Zanzan as he sat in front of an old and dusty desk with a quill in hand. In front of him lied his newest finished work; a book, pages written with words whose ink was still dark and fresh. A wide smile formed across his lips as he set down his quill to review what he had written during these passing suns... What tale did this teller of tales wish to tell now in this tale of his? Look upon his words and glimpse upon the story, a romanticized recalling of events of these past several moons...
It told of the story of those wronged decades past, the dark deeds and actions done upon them that brought forth a recent shadow that enveloped the forest and skies of the Twelveswood. A demon came to be by suffering and pain, a demon whose dark powers can smother the light of the elementals themselves.
It also told of a story of brave adventurers and people alike, and while numerous, their hearts held true all the same; to rid of this shadow before it would take the lives of many and to see that their home remains safe. To fight back the fate born from the consequences of the past.
There were recollections of the tireless battles that were fought. Both against the dark minions that spewed out from the shadow... and those within their own hearts as both relationships and beliefs were shaken.
In the end, the heroes came out triumphant. Dreams and destinies fulfilled as their actions are to remembered by the stars above. The shadow was finally beaten back. It was a hard fought victory yet one that the elementals themselves will never forget.
It is a grand tale which was hard to believe if one were not present for this ordeal, a fate many would find fortunate. But let's not forget the lesson which this tale spoke of. To rid the world of the acts of dark minds and dark hearts lest they wish to consume everything once more in shadow. A foreboding message only to be lightened by the acts of heroes, their fates weaved together by the love of their homes...
Zanzan picked up his quill once more before flipping towards the front page. He remains still, deep in thought before his writing gave birth to the title of his tale. "Crimes Against Nature."
He lets out a deep sigh, closing the book as he set his a tired gaze towards the bed in which his lover laid with a snoozing red panda. He smiles softly only to have something stir in his heart. He would exit from the hovel and instead wished for the comfort of the stars this night.
It told of the story of those wronged decades past, the dark deeds and actions done upon them that brought forth a recent shadow that enveloped the forest and skies of the Twelveswood. A demon came to be by suffering and pain, a demon whose dark powers can smother the light of the elementals themselves.
It also told of a story of brave adventurers and people alike, and while numerous, their hearts held true all the same; to rid of this shadow before it would take the lives of many and to see that their home remains safe. To fight back the fate born from the consequences of the past.
There were recollections of the tireless battles that were fought. Both against the dark minions that spewed out from the shadow... and those within their own hearts as both relationships and beliefs were shaken.
In the end, the heroes came out triumphant. Dreams and destinies fulfilled as their actions are to remembered by the stars above. The shadow was finally beaten back. It was a hard fought victory yet one that the elementals themselves will never forget.
It is a grand tale which was hard to believe if one were not present for this ordeal, a fate many would find fortunate. But let's not forget the lesson which this tale spoke of. To rid the world of the acts of dark minds and dark hearts lest they wish to consume everything once more in shadow. A foreboding message only to be lightened by the acts of heroes, their fates weaved together by the love of their homes...
Zanzan picked up his quill once more before flipping towards the front page. He remains still, deep in thought before his writing gave birth to the title of his tale. "Crimes Against Nature."
He lets out a deep sigh, closing the book as he set his a tired gaze towards the bed in which his lover laid with a snoozing red panda. He smiles softly only to have something stir in his heart. He would exit from the hovel and instead wished for the comfort of the stars this night.
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"As with any good tale, we cannot so easily predict its ending. Never close your book too soon, for there are many chapters in your story that remain unfinished."
"As with any good tale, we cannot so easily predict its ending. Never close your book too soon, for there are many chapters in your story that remain unfinished."