𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋
- adj. extremely delicate and light in a way that seems not to be of this world.
❝ rise and rise again
until lambs become lions. ❞
Her destiny had been written in the very laws of the magic she was so deeply connected to. The gol...
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𝕭𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐈: 𝖂𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝖂𝐀𝐑
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𝕮𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝕱𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧: sword and shield
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THE SUN SEEMED TO BE SHINING even brighter that morning. As if even nature itself celebrated the Pevensies being reunited. Soft pink clouds turned the sky into a fluffy blanket and the green grass swayed gently in the warm summer breeze. Ashara decided not to put on her boots that morning, her feeting still aching from being on the move all night. Besides, the feeling of the cool grass against her bare feet was pure bliss. It also helped her feel grounded whenever she trained with her sword. Which was exactly what she was planning on doing today.
When she left her tent, most of the camp was still asleep. Only a few guards were awake, standing ready at their posts. But on a hill in the distance she could see two people who had also awoken early, or perhaps hadn't even slept at all. The sun bathed them in golden light as Aslan was talking softly to Edmund. Their words unheard by anyone else, meant only for the Son of Adam, engraved forever in his heart.
