My heart grows heavier with each passing day and with each buried elven man and woman.
I remember how in our youth, you'd always say that the Werenluna looked like it was holding up the night sky.
I can feel the world falling down on me with each burnt wood I come across and I can't help but feel like a piece of your memory is among the ashes.
Nix, you fought so valiantly in a war that wasn't your own and gave it your all.
And yet, I feel I can't give enough in this war for my home.
Our home.
I will wield this sword and keep my eyes forward.
Amongst the wind will I ride unflinching in the face of it all.
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Of Ashes and Wind
FantasyAdults tend to fear things they do not understand. Phoenix Stroud was born with a unique trait - she had parts of both a girl and a boy. Something she never realized was a secret until one spring when the other children found out. Seeing the distres...
