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kurkownaes Ā· 10 months
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ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾ŸĀ  š–˜š–™š–†š–—š–™š–Šš–— Ā  Ā  ā€• Ā  Ā  her tale is one not told lightly. ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾ŸĀ  š–˜š–™š–†š–—š–™š–Šš–— š–ˆš–†š–‘š–‘ Ā  Ā  ā€• Ā  Ā  i exist in solitude no more. ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾ŸĀ  š–Žš–ˆ š–’š–Šš–˜š–˜š–†š–Œš–Š Ā  Ā  ā€• Ā  Ā  girls like her were born in a storm.
ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾ŸĀ  š–Žš–“ š–ˆš–š–†š–—š–†š–ˆš–™š–Šš–— Ā  Ā  ā€• Ā  Ā  she was cold by nature. ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾ŸĀ  š–“š–”š–›š–Šš–‘š–˜ Ā  Ā  ā€• Ā  Ā  youā€™ll catch a cold from the ice inside her soul. ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾ŸĀ  š–œš–Žš–‘š–‰ š–š–šš–“š–™ Ā  Ā  ā€• Ā  Ā  leave me in my winter. here i am powerful. ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾ŸĀ  š–†š–˜š–˜š–†š–˜š–˜š–Žš–“š–˜ š–”š–‹ š–š–Žš–“š–Œš–˜ Ā  Ā  ā€• Ā  Ā  i come to you out of quiet and still hour. ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾ŸĀ  š–’š–”š–‰š–Šš–—š–“ Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€• Ā  Ā  i am ravaged but spirited. damaged; but still deserving. ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾ŸĀ  š–™š–”š–‘š–š–Šš–Žš–“ Ā  Ā  ā€• Ā  Ā  she had lavender in her hair and roses on her cheek. ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾ŸĀ  š–†.š–˜.š–”.š–Ž.š–†.š–‹. Ā  Ā  ā€• Ā  Ā  compare me not to stars but to storms and hurricanes. ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾ŸĀ  š–‰š–ˆ / š–’š–†š–—š–›š–Šš–‘ Ā  Ā  ā€• Ā  Ā  she was chaos. a perfect storm. ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾ŸĀ  š–—š–Šš–“š–Šš–œš–Šš–‰ Ā  Ā  ā€• Ā  Ā  the dark goddess brings the fruit of the hidden. ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾ŸĀ  š–”.š–š.š–†.š–™. Ā  Ā  ā€• Ā  Ā  death cannot harm me ā€” it is life which is full of risk and malignity. ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾ŸĀ  š–‹š–Žš–“š–†š–‘ š–œš–Žš–˜š– Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€• Ā  Ā  i am mine before i am ever anyone elseā€™s. ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾ŸĀ  š–‰š–—š–†š–Œš–”š–“ š–†š–Œš–Š Ā  Ā  ā€• Ā  Ā  with confidence ; you have won before you have started. ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾ŸĀ  š–˜š–š–Žš–™ š–•š–”š–˜š–™ Ā  Ā  ā€• Ā  Ā  i want apple juice ... how'd i get here?
#ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾ŸĀ  š–˜š–™š–†š–—š–™š–Šš–— Ā  Ā  ā€• Ā  Ā  her tale is one not told lightly.#ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾ŸĀ  š–˜š–™š–†š–—š–™š–Šš–— š–ˆš–†š–‘š–‘ Ā  Ā  ā€• Ā  Ā  i exist in solitude no more.#ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾ŸĀ  š–Žš–ˆ š–’š–Šš–˜š–˜š–†š–Œš–Š Ā  Ā  ā€• Ā  Ā  girls like her were born in a storm.#ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾ŸĀ  š–Žš–“ š–ˆš–š–†š–—š–†š–ˆš–™š–Šš–— Ā  Ā  ā€• Ā  Ā  she was cold by nature.#ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾ŸĀ  š–“š–”š–›š–Šš–‘š–˜ Ā  Ā  ā€• Ā  Ā  youā€™ll catch a cold from the ice inside her soul.#ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾ŸĀ  š–œš–Žš–‘š–‰ š–š–šš–“š–™ Ā  Ā  ā€• Ā  Ā  leave me in my winter. here i am powerful.#ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾ŸĀ  š–†š–˜š–˜š–†š–˜š–˜š–Žš–“š–˜ š–”š–‹ š–š–Žš–“š–Œš–˜ Ā  Ā  ā€• Ā  Ā  i come to you out of quiet and still hour.#ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾ŸĀ  š–’š–”š–‰š–Šš–—š–“ Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€• Ā  Ā  i am ravaged but spirited. damaged; but still deserving.#ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾ŸĀ  š–™š–”š–‘š–š–Šš–Žš–“ Ā  Ā  ā€• Ā  Ā  she had lavender in her hair and roses on her cheek.#ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾ŸĀ  š–†.š–˜.š–”.š–Ž.š–†.š–‹. Ā  Ā  ā€• Ā  Ā  compare me not to stars but to storms and hurricanes.#ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾ŸĀ  š–‰š–ˆ / š–’š–†š–—š–›š–Šš–‘ Ā  Ā  ā€• Ā  Ā  she was chaos. a perfect storm.#ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾ŸĀ  š–—š–Šš–“š–Šš–œš–Šš–‰ Ā  Ā  ā€• Ā  Ā  the dark goddess brings the fruit of the hidden.#ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾ŸĀ  š–”.š–š.š–†.š–™. Ā  Ā  ā€• Ā  Ā  death cannot harm me ā€” it is life which is full of risk and malignity.#ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾ŸĀ  š–‹š–Žš–“š–†š–‘ š–œš–Žš–˜š– Ā Ā Ā Ā ā€• Ā  Ā  i am mine before i am ever anyone elseā€™s.#ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾ŸĀ  š–‰š–—š–†š–Œš–”š–“ š–†š–Œš–Š Ā  Ā  ā€• Ā  Ā  with confidence ; you have won before you have started.#ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾ŸĀ  š–˜š–š–Žš–™ š–•š–”š–˜š–™ Ā  Ā  ā€• Ā  Ā  i want apple juice ... how'd i get here?
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kurkownaes Ā· 10 months
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ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾Ÿ š–žš–Šš–“š–“š–Šš–‹š–Šš–— ā€• a being like me ; wilts in the sun. ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾Ÿ š–‘š–Žš–›š–Š š–Ž ā€• a winter born child ; ravaged but spirited. ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾Ÿ š–‘š–Žš–›š–Š š–Žš–Ž ā€• my heart which beat wildly. violently. filled with violet fire. ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾Ÿ š–‘š–Žš–›š–Š š–Žš–Žš–Ž ā€• through what is grim; i come to fruition. ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾Ÿ š–†š–—š–™š–œš–”š–—š– ā€• beautiful and menacing.
ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾Ÿ š–†š–Šš–˜š–™š–š–Šš–™š–Žš–ˆ ā€• she preferred to have her pleasures all to herself. ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾Ÿ š–˜š–™š–šš–‰š–ž ā€• be like snow: beautiful but cold. ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾Ÿ š–†š–™š–™š–Žš–—š–Š ā€• the contrast of black and white. ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾Ÿ š–‰š–Šš–˜š–Žš–—š–Šš–˜ ā€• a womanā€™s heart is a deep ocean of secrets. ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾Ÿ š–•š–š–žš–˜š–Žš––š–šš–Š ā€• in my body i fight fire with the snow. ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾Ÿ š–˜š–”š–—š–ˆš–Šš–—š–Šš–˜š–˜ ā€• magic is nothing without passion. ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾Ÿ š–’š–Šš–‘š–”š–‰š–Žš–Šš–˜ ā€• i wanted nothing but silence.
ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾Ÿ š–š–Šš–†š–‰š–ˆš–†š–“š–”š–“ ā€• you will learn why storms are named after people. ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾Ÿ š–‰š–—š–†š–‡š–‡š–‘š–Š ā€• she was brave and strong and broken all at once.
#ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾Ÿ š–žš–Šš–“š–“š–Šš–‹š–Šš–— ā€• a being like me ; wilts in the sun.#ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾Ÿ š–‘š–Žš–›š–Š š–Ž ā€• a winter born child ; ravaged but spirited.#ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾Ÿ š–‘š–Žš–›š–Š š–Žš–Ž ā€• my heart which beat wildly. violently. filled with violet fire.#ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾Ÿ š–‘š–Žš–›š–Š š–Žš–Žš–Ž ā€• through what is grim; i come to fruition.#ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾Ÿ š–†š–—š–™š–œš–”š–—š– ā€• beautiful and menacing.#ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾Ÿ š–†š–Šš–˜š–™š–š–Šš–™š–Žš–ˆ ā€• she preferred to have her pleasures all to herself.#ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾Ÿ š–˜š–™š–šš–‰š–ž ā€• be like snow: beautiful but cold.#ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾Ÿ š–†š–™š–™š–Žš–—š–Š ā€• the contrast of black and white.#ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾Ÿ š–‰š–Šš–˜š–Žš–—š–Šš–˜ ā€• a womanā€™s heart is a deep ocean of secrets.#ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾Ÿ š–•š–š–žš–˜š–Žš––š–šš–Š ā€• in my body i fight fire with the snow.#ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾Ÿ š–˜š–”š–—š–ˆš–Šš–—š–Šš–˜š–˜ ā€• magic is nothing without passion.#ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾Ÿ š–’š–Šš–‘š–”š–‰š–Žš–Šš–˜ ā€• i wanted nothing but silence.#ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾Ÿ š–š–Šš–†š–‰š–ˆš–†š–“š–”š–“ ā€• you will learn why storms are named after people.#ā›§ : ļ½„ļ¾Ÿ š–‰š–—š–†š–‡š–‡š–‘š–Š ā€• she was brave and strong and broken all at once.
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You flee my dream come the morning Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet To dream of raven locks en twisted, stormy Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep.
Ok, itĀ“s the version of the books, but I like the song anyways ^^
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THE WITCHER 3: Wild Hunt (2015)
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Yennefer and Geralt by JustAnor Art
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š‘ŗš‘Ŗš‘¬š‘µš‘Øš‘¹š‘°š‘¶ Ā š‘·š‘¹š‘¶š‘“š‘·š‘»š‘ŗ.
ā†¬ Ā  OF Ā FAIRYTALES, Ā FOLKLORE Ā AND Ā FAEKIND.
scenarios Ā inspired Ā by Ā various Ā settings, Ā encountersĀ Ā & Ā magic Ā tucked Ā between Ā pages,Ā Ā fashionedĀ  byĀ  theĀ  author.
+ Ā  feel Ā free Ā to Ā change Ā pronounsĀ  /Ā  rolesĀ  !
FAIRYTALES.
ā€˜Ā  letĀ  meĀ  guess,Ā  youĀ  thoughtĀ  aĀ  trueĀ  loveā€™sĀ  kissĀ  wouldĀ  helpĀ  you.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  youĀ  willĀ  alwaysĀ  followĀ  theĀ  trailĀ  inĀ  theĀ  wood,Ā  andĀ  itĀ  willĀ  guideĀ  youĀ  onĀ  theĀ  sameĀ  path,Ā  toĀ  theĀ  sameĀ  cottage,Ā  theĀ  sameĀ  witch.Ā  itĀ  willĀ  alwaysĀ  beĀ  yourĀ  undoing.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  iĀ  haveĀ  neverĀ  seenĀ  aĀ  moreĀ  tragicĀ  creature.Ā  howĀ  mightĀ  iĀ  helpĀ  youĀ  ?Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  youĀ  mustĀ  takeĀ  thisĀ  knifeĀ  andĀ  plungeĀ  itĀ  intoĀ  hisĀ  /Ā  herĀ  /Ā  theirĀ  heart.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  forgetĀ  yourself.Ā  thatĀ  isĀ  howĀ  youĀ  breakĀ  yourĀ  curse.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  removeĀ  thisĀ  thornĀ  fromĀ  myĀ  hand,Ā  andĀ  youĀ  willĀ  beĀ  rewarded.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  iā€™mĀ  tiredĀ  ofĀ  beingĀ  aĀ  prince.Ā  iĀ  thinkĀ  iĀ  wouldĀ  actuallyĀ  enjoyĀ  beingĀ  aĀ  frog.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  tellĀ  meĀ  ofĀ  theĀ  beast,Ā  andĀ  iĀ  willĀ  huntĀ  itĀ  forĀ  you.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  miceĀ  areĀ  neverĀ  justĀ  mice,Ā  andĀ  pumpkinsĀ  areĀ  rarelyĀ  justĀ  pumpkins.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  iĀ  donā€™tĀ  thinkĀ  breakingĀ  aĀ  spellĀ  shouldĀ  beĀ  thisĀ  simple.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  iĀ  neverĀ  thoughtĀ  iā€™dĀ  returnĀ  here,Ā  toĀ  theĀ  siteĀ  whereĀ  itĀ  allĀ  began.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  areĀ  youĀ  anĀ  orphanĀ  ?Ā  itā€™sĀ  justĀ  thatĀ  theyā€™reĀ  alwaysĀ  findingĀ  themselvesĀ  inĀ  magicalĀ  predicaments.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  theĀ  mirrorĀ  speaksĀ  falselyĀ  inĀ  yourĀ  ear.Ā  itĀ  isĀ  yourĀ  trueĀ  curse.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  myĀ  heartĀ  feelsĀ  uneasy,Ā  althoughĀ  iĀ  amĀ  free.Ā  isĀ  itĀ  supposedĀ  toĀ  ?Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  iā€™mĀ  sorry,Ā  itā€™sĀ  justĀ  thatĀ  iĀ  thoughtĀ  thisĀ  isĀ  theĀ  partĀ  ofĀ  theĀ  questĀ  whereĀ  theĀ  animalsĀ  oughtĀ  toĀ  startĀ  talkingĀ  toĀ  me.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  ofĀ  courseĀ  iĀ  planĀ  onĀ  goingĀ  toĀ  theĀ  ball.Ā  whyĀ  wouldnā€™tĀ  iĀ  ?Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  jealousyĀ  hasĀ  madeĀ  moreĀ  witchesĀ  outĀ  ofĀ  womenĀ  thanĀ  adamā€™sĀ  rib.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  whereĀ  hasĀ  choosingĀ  goodheartednessĀ  andĀ  havingĀ  goldenĀ  hairĀ  everĀ  gottenĀ  youĀ  ?Ā  ā€™
Ā ā€˜Ā  areĀ  youĀ  aĀ  helpfulĀ  wizard,Ā  orĀ  theĀ  kindĀ  thatĀ  sitsĀ  inĀ  aĀ  towerĀ  readingĀ  moldyĀ  booksĀ  ?Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  iā€™mĀ  dreadfullyĀ  bored.Ā  whoĀ  knewĀ  waitingĀ  forĀ  aĀ  princeĀ  wasĀ  soĀ  strenuousĀ  ?Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  weĀ  allĀ  haveĀ  towersĀ  weĀ  mustĀ  leave,Ā  andĀ  magicĀ  thatĀ  willĀ  tryĀ  toĀ  thwartĀ  us.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  iā€™mĀ  afraidĀ  forĀ  theĀ  clockĀ  toĀ  strike.Ā  theĀ  hourĀ  willĀ  ringĀ  inĀ  theĀ  placeĀ  ofĀ  myĀ  heartbeatĀ  whenĀ  weĀ  mustĀ  beĀ  parted.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  iĀ  hadĀ  noĀ  ideaĀ  carpetsĀ  couldĀ  fly.Ā  orĀ  pigsĀ  forĀ  thatĀ  matter.Ā  ā€™Ā Ā 
ā€˜Ā  whatĀ  wouldĀ  happenĀ  ifĀ  theĀ  knightĀ  didĀ  notĀ  arriveĀ  toĀ  theĀ  castle,Ā  andĀ  theĀ  dragonĀ  madeĀ  aĀ  denĀ  ofĀ  itĀ  andĀ  aĀ  hoardĀ  ofĀ  itsĀ  peopleĀ  andĀ  prizeĀ  ofĀ  itsĀ  princessĀ  ?Ā  ā€™
ā€˜ Ā i Ā sometimes Ā think Ā i Ā was Ā switched Ā out Ā at Ā birth, Ā like Ā a Ā lizard Ā in Ā a Ā birdā€™s Ā nest. Ā i Ā belong Ā somewhere Ā else. Ā ā€™
ā€˜Ā  Ā inĀ  anotherĀ  kingdomĀ  existsĀ  aĀ  throneĀ  andĀ  aĀ  crownĀ  thatĀ  isĀ  mineĀ  byĀ  right.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜ Ā if Ā i Ā did Ā not Ā wake Ā up Ā one Ā day, Ā i Ā would Ā still Ā be Ā waiting Ā on Ā a spinning Ā wheel, Ā dutifully Ā bored. Ā ā€™ Ā 
ā€˜Ā  somethingĀ  inĀ  meĀ  knowsĀ  youĀ  areĀ  hereĀ  forĀ  myĀ  heart.Ā  ā€™
FOLKLORE.
ā€˜Ā  inĀ  allĀ  theĀ  mythsĀ  iā€™veĀ  heard,Ā  itā€™sĀ  neverĀ  beenĀ  worthwhileĀ  toĀ  approachĀ  strangeĀ  sights.Ā  itā€™sĀ  bestĀ  toĀ  turnĀ  aroundĀ  andĀ  pretendĀ  youĀ  neverĀ  sawĀ  them.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  nothingĀ  isĀ  folkloreĀ  untilĀ  itĀ  existsĀ  longerĀ  thanĀ  consciousnessĀ  remembers,Ā  andĀ  livesĀ  inĀ  spiteĀ  ofĀ  it.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  iā€™veĀ  heardĀ  yourĀ  nameĀ  before,Ā  inĀ  songsĀ  andĀ  lengthyĀ  ballads.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  whateverĀ  hasĀ  ledĀ  youĀ  hereĀ  toĀ  me,Ā  thereĀ  isĀ  destinyĀ  inĀ  itsĀ  making.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  theĀ  beastĀ  returnsĀ  everyĀ  centuryĀ  orĀ  so,Ā  andĀ  triesĀ  toĀ  devourĀ  us.Ā  itĀ  willĀ  comeĀ  againĀ  beforeĀ  long.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  aĀ  prettyĀ  faceĀ  isĀ  notĀ  nothing.Ā  itĀ  earnsĀ  youĀ  aĀ  hearthĀ  andĀ  aĀ  kindĀ  hand,Ā  afterĀ  all.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜ Ā their Ā lips Ā are Ā red Ā as Ā blood, Ā and Ā their Ā teeth Ā carve Ā ruinĀ  intoĀ  throats. Ā ā€™
ā€˜Ā  arenā€™tĀ  dragonsĀ  supposedĀ  toĀ  breatheĀ  fireĀ  andĀ  makeĀ  aĀ  fussĀ  aboutĀ  havingĀ  theirĀ  treasureĀ  foundĀ  ?Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  somedayĀ  youĀ  willĀ  becomeĀ  aĀ  pilgrim,Ā  aĀ  saint,Ā  orĀ  aĀ  favoredĀ  story,Ā  whileĀ  iĀ  willĀ  beĀ  aĀ  voiceĀ  onĀ  theĀ  wind.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜ Ā the Ā stories Ā say Ā brides Ā donā€™t Ā live Ā to Ā the Ā light Ā before Ā demons Ā devour Ā them. Ā why Ā should Ā i Ā become Ā one Ā ? Ā ā€™
ā€˜Ā  thereĀ  wasĀ  anotherĀ  girlĀ  likeĀ  youĀ  once,Ā  inĀ  aĀ  smallĀ  townĀ  likeĀ  thisĀ  one.Ā  iĀ  canā€™tĀ  rememberĀ  ifĀ  sheĀ  becameĀ  theĀ  monsterĀ  orĀ  diedĀ  tryingĀ  toĀ  escapeĀ  it.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  rememberĀ  toĀ  festoonĀ  theĀ  hearthĀ  withĀ  garlic,Ā  orĀ  rosemary,Ā  orĀ  oneĀ  ofĀ  thoseĀ  mundaneĀ  herbsĀ  thatĀ  keepĀ  evilĀ  out.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  thatĀ  soundsĀ  likeĀ  nothingĀ  butĀ  aĀ  tallĀ  tale,Ā  butĀ  iā€™mĀ  certainĀ  smallerĀ  mindsĀ  wouldĀ  eatĀ  itĀ  up.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  toĀ  crossĀ  thisĀ  bridge,Ā  youā€™llĀ  haveĀ  toĀ  payĀ  aĀ  heavyĀ  toll.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  donā€™tĀ  strayĀ  tooĀ  farĀ  fromĀ  theĀ  pathĀ  setĀ  beforeĀ  you,Ā  orĀ  somethingĀ  interestingĀ  mightĀ  happen.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  iā€™veĀ  passedĀ  thatĀ  yardĀ  ofĀ  cropsĀ  aĀ  millionĀ  times,Ā  butĀ  theĀ  crowĀ  neverĀ  movedĀ  fromĀ  itsĀ  postĀ  untilĀ  thisĀ  morning.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  Ā itĀ  isĀ  asĀ  thoughĀ  ancientĀ  fearsĀ  areĀ  stillĀ  inĀ  usĀ  likeĀ  scarsĀ  orĀ  stitches.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  graveyardsĀ  arenā€™tĀ  whereĀ  youĀ  findĀ  ghosts.Ā  lookĀ  forĀ  themĀ  inĀ  placesĀ  thatĀ  feelĀ  likeĀ  memoriesĀ  youĀ  shouldnā€™tĀ  have.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  storiesĀ  reapĀ  princesĀ  fromĀ  peasantsĀ  asĀ  ifĀ  theirĀ  skinsĀ  wereĀ  cropsĀ  inĀ  theĀ  ground.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜ Ā what Ā form Ā does Ā your Ā fear Ā take Ā ? Ā surely Ā not Ā that Ā of Ā a Ā bear Ā or Ā a Ā lion. Ā such Ā things Ā are Ā too Ā assuring. Ā ā€™
ā€˜Ā  iĀ  foundĀ  myselfĀ  whereĀ  everythingĀ  wasĀ  tooĀ  familiarĀ  toĀ  beĀ  real.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  inĀ  safeĀ  bedsĀ  onĀ  coldĀ  darkĀ  nights,Ā  weĀ  learnĀ  toĀ  faceĀ  theĀ  monstersĀ  inĀ  ourĀ  ownĀ  minds.Ā  ā€™
FAEKIND.
ā€˜Ā  youā€™reĀ  notĀ  toĀ  partakeĀ  inĀ  aĀ  fairyĀ  feast.Ā  donā€™tĀ  youĀ  knowĀ  itā€™sĀ  theĀ  foodĀ  thatĀ  willĀ  devourĀ  youĀ  ?Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  iā€™mĀ  sorryĀ  youĀ  didĀ  notĀ  readĀ  theĀ  eyesĀ  ofĀ  theĀ  treesĀ  beforeĀ  findingĀ  yourselfĀ  here.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  iĀ  wishĀ  toĀ  goĀ  back.Ā  iĀ  wantĀ  toĀ  forgetĀ  everything.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  youĀ  thinkĀ  thatĀ  believingĀ  inĀ  usĀ  isĀ  enoughĀ  toĀ  protectĀ  youĀ  ?Ā  thatĀ  itĀ  willĀ  killĀ  usĀ  ifĀ  youĀ  forget,Ā  andĀ  weĀ  preyĀ  uponĀ  yourĀ  unknowingĀ  ?Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  stepĀ  aroundĀ  theĀ  ringĀ  threeĀ  times,Ā  likeĀ  aĀ  backwardsĀ  clock.Ā  thatā€™sĀ  howĀ  youĀ  getĀ  toĀ  fairyland.Ā  ā€™Ā Ā 
ā€˜Ā  iā€™veĀ  neverĀ  heardĀ  suchĀ  sweetĀ  musicĀ  before.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  whereĀ  theĀ  treesĀ  beginĀ  toĀ  twistĀ  andĀ  groanĀ  inĀ  theirĀ  roots,Ā  rememberĀ  youĀ  mustĀ  notĀ  makeĀ  aĀ  rightĀ  turn.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  iĀ  didnā€™tĀ  feelĀ  likeĀ  iā€™dĀ  steppedĀ  intoĀ  anotherĀ  world,Ā  butĀ  likeĀ  itĀ  steppedĀ  intoĀ  me.Ā  iĀ  knewĀ  iĀ  wasĀ  thereĀ  andĀ  forgotĀ  iā€™dĀ  leftĀ  anythingĀ  behind.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  howĀ  amusing.Ā  aĀ  humanĀ  !Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  wouldĀ  youĀ  beĀ  myĀ  brideĀ  ifĀ  iĀ  wereĀ  toĀ  takeĀ  youĀ  intoĀ  theĀ  groundĀ  ?Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  iĀ  knowĀ  ofĀ  tunnelsĀ  youĀ  mightĀ  take,Ā  theĀ  burrowsĀ  ofĀ  trollsĀ  andĀ  rabbits.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  donā€™tĀ  takeĀ  anythingĀ  fromĀ  thisĀ  realm,Ā  noneĀ  ofĀ  itĀ  isĀ  worthĀ  theĀ  priceĀ  ofĀ  keeping.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  thereĀ  areĀ  courtsĀ  byĀ  manyĀ  titlesĀ  inĀ  theĀ  landsĀ  beyondĀ  theĀ  veil,Ā  allĀ  ofĀ  themĀ  other.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  namesĀ  areĀ  notĀ  likeĀ  currencyĀ  here;Ā  theyĀ  areĀ  moreĀ  preciousĀ  thanĀ  diamondsĀ  andĀ  legacies.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  didĀ  youĀ  thinkĀ  allĀ  ofĀ  usĀ  lookedĀ  likeĀ  goblinsĀ  ?Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  gettingĀ  hereĀ  isĀ  easy,Ā  butĀ  gettingĀ  homeĀ  isĀ  quiteĀ  theĀ  trick.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  iĀ  shallĀ  giveĀ  youĀ  aĀ  riddle,Ā  andĀ  itĀ  willĀ  puzzleĀ  youĀ  untilĀ  youĀ  knowĀ  theĀ  answerĀ  butĀ  forgetĀ  yourĀ  ownĀ  soul.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  aĀ  bloodlineĀ  isĀ  nothingĀ  whenĀ  youā€™veĀ  outlivedĀ  civilizations.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜ Ā refusing Ā my Ā hospitality Ā isĀ  likeĀ  human Ā sin,Ā  andĀ  it Ā will Ā bring Ā worse Ā upon Ā you. Ā ā€™
ā€˜Ā  everythingĀ  hereĀ  isĀ  andĀ  isnā€™t,Ā  andĀ  thingsĀ  areĀ  andĀ  arenā€™t.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  onĀ  lonelyĀ  nightsĀ  iĀ  stareĀ  intoĀ  theĀ  trees,Ā  andĀ  aĀ  strangeĀ  faceĀ  leersĀ  back.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  theĀ  thronesĀ  hereĀ  areĀ  madeĀ  ofĀ  bonesĀ  andĀ  blood,Ā  andĀ  builtĀ  uponĀ  decay.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  aĀ  thirdĀ  timeĀ  isĀ  notĀ  aĀ  charm,Ā  butĀ  aĀ  bargain.Ā  itĀ  saysĀ  thatĀ  youĀ  wantĀ  somethingĀ  enoughĀ  toĀ  wagerĀ  yourĀ  sense.Ā  ā€™
ā€˜Ā  itĀ  isĀ  dangerousĀ  toĀ  thinkĀ  thatĀ  magicalĀ  beingsĀ  doĀ  notĀ  haveĀ  humanĀ  intensities.Ā  ā€™
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