Another world_Beware the Fae in the Forest_One day the Sun rose in the west and set in the east._Hid
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Another world
Chapter 1 As I sat down to listen to my tutor, Madam Veronique, read, there was a knock at the door. “Come in,” I said as Lord Aldrich came into the room. “Lord Aldrich,” I said, surprised as my mother's head advisor walked into the room “Princess Anastasia,” he said with a bow.“Your mother requests your presence in the throne room at once your majesty,” “Of course,” I replied as I stood. Lord Aldrich was a tall graceful old elf with a kind soft face and...
Beware the Fae in the Forest
Deacon followed a few paces behind Jackson as he picked his way through the trees with only the flashlight setting on his cellphone to light their way, though it did little good. He couldn’t see anything through the ever-present mist, but he trusted the sure steps of his friend to keep him safe along the trail. Although he had no idea what Jackson was looking for, he could feel the almost animalistic need to follow him. It was like something built into his basic makeup, weaved into the marrow of his bones; the instinct to keep Jackson near as they made their way through the trees and underbrus...
One day the Sun rose in the west and set in the east.
One day the Sun rose in the west and set in the east. It’s not really that hard to believe once you hear the evidence. This is not a hand me down story. It was told by the only four people who could know and who you can believe. Listen.“I am not going!” Summer said crossing his arms and pulling his lower lip over his top lip.“You know your eyes sag down to your nose when you do that right? Spring said in the least bit moved.“I’m not going!” Summer said again with a humph.Spring got up from the ground where she was kneeling. She hawww.onedoor.ccd just stuffed her backpack with flashlight, ruler, and compass...
Hideout Door
Grandfather didn't really talk much. He would always speak in riddles loving to quote his stories. He bought the manor naming the forest after himself, Alistar Wood. After he died, my mother decided to have his funeral there. So after the service, we went to the manor, greeted by “friends” and relatives. The whole thing seemed like a formality, fans even snuck in taking pictures. Wandering around my own family’s home, I came across his office. I saw the door was turned so out of curiosity, I tried it. Now wide open, the room looked as if it had been ransacked, papers scattered, shelves fallen ...