Panic ran through the elf prince; humans couldn't travel elven lands. There were no portals to lead then here. Yet, the blood on the breeze was indeed human.
A fire was ignited in his soul, unlike anything he'd ever felt before. He knew as sure as his arrow's strike: this human needed to be saved and protected by him.
Following the coppery scent, he led his army toward Dead Man's Hollow, known to house pirates.
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Poetry Book 4
Poetryhello again! another poetry book - number four, to be exact. if you've been here a while, you know the drill: there's no order to this thing, and after 100 poems or writing pieces, there's gonna be a new book. about the cover: it was a Thursday at S...
