Legs and arms began to move and kick beneath the heavy layers of cloth and fur the child was wrapped in. Yet still the girl did not cry out in protest. Instead, she looked up with wide, piercing green eyes as Freyja leaned over and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“Fly high little one,” she whispered. A single wet tear rolling down her cheek.
And then she was gone. Retreating back towards the forest as the child, left alone in the glade, looked around uncertainly, limbs kicking up towards the sky.
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Amy Lindop
I am and always have been, a big fan of reading. High fantasy and science fiction novels have always captivated me in particular. As an aspiring author myself, I now hope my own stories can captivate others in much the same way.
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