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She shined like the moon
Glimmered with aspiration
Effortlessly strong
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The Thief of ReasonSecond Place in The Fantasy Prologue
There were not always dragons in the Valley. I will see them gone from that place once more. My father wept when I made my pledge, a rare thing. The tears fell from behind his mask like warm, summer rain. His attachment to me was a failing on his part, a stumble upon the Path. Yet I was gladdened to see him weep for me; a failing on mine. Later, upon my journey, I kept the memory of my fatherβs tears close, and felt a little less alone.
By Madoka Mori3 days ago in Fiction
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