Does someone really exist if they were never seen?
If a tree falls down in the middle of the woods does it really make a sound?
Is it better for my story to be lost and forgotten? Or is it better for it to be told to bare warnings?
Will more people learn a lesson or will more people set out for an adventure and come back with devastation?
More than anything I want to experience a life with no strings?
A life with no strings is a forgotten life. Do I want a life with no strings or do I just want an easy life with easy consequences?
The island is quiet tonight. I miss the sounds of off tune melodies and inconsistent drums. I miss the distant quarrels in the street. I want to say I miss you but I think I miss the idea of you.
Avalon lets these thoughts come and go like drops of water slipping off a duckling's back, until she finally falls asleep on her bed of leaves. The fire crackles and her heart stops when the wind changes. With a rush of adrenaline she glances at the mirror. Still in tact, still crumbling, the only living creature in bare survival dwelling is herself.
Still the wind changed, and Avalon summoned an orb of light and morphed it into a dragonfly. She had the insect of gold fly about the room having it's own adventure. Keeping her thoughts occupied on flying the dragonfly until she fell back asleep. Ocean breeze and the last bit of wood burning comfort her sense of smell.
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In Fate's Hands (Sinbad of the seven seas)
FanfictionA lawful good Prince is sent on an expedition to obtain The Oracle's Mirror, a legendary mirror that tells the future of the person using it. Expectations change when a haunted warrior protects the mirror with her life. Welcome to the fanfiction in...
