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A story about a girl who is waiting and the despair and neglect that she feels.

a fantasy adventure

Darkness had come to the village of Garhkor. It had slowly entered the village from a side-street and spread its dark ligh..

The thick, sweet and dusty aroma entered the nostrils of Lord Domarco. That was his air, exactly the smell that he wanted. The air and..

Myrthia Sweetwater was at home feeding her white eagle. The eagle was sitting in its cage with no interest in the food that Myrthia wa..

-Hey, where's the bartender. A local drunk man was standing at the bartender's desk wondering how he could get his next pint. A strang..

Morgos Crum was standing at his watchtower. The tower was strategically placed at the outer border of Lord Domarco's land, guarding the only natur..

A smooth skinned beautiful hand was met by heavy gauntlets that lifted the hand up to a stranger's mouth to give it a kiss. Lips cold as ice touc..

It was now night in the village of Garhkor. Myrthia Sweetwater was back in her own apartment sleeping in her own bed. Knock, knock, the sound of he..

Hope, Lord Domarco really hated that word. He would crush all hope that was to be found and he would do that tonight. The foolish human who was hop..