Thorn is a unique being. Running for her life she accidentally bumps into three mysterious men who will ultimately change her life forever. Will it be for the good or the bad?
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The Invivus Realm isn't exactly how I pictured it to be.
When one thinks of a Realm that inhabits Faes, Faeries, and Sprites plus other well known supernatural beings, one might imagine a beautiful or whimsical landscape.
Full of divine multicolors scattered all throughout the land with delicate flowing floral that one's eye would greatly appreciate but one would never picture this!
What happened here?
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It's looks so foreign, so haunting, and mainly so obviously obstructed.
Like a overcapacity city with a dire ruler who equates hisself to a God. Living high above others amongst the clouds like he thinks he's above the lowly peasants living savagely beneath him.
It's just completely ridiculous!
Before I have a chance to voice these certain opinions of mine something or someone suddenly comes crashes through the blackberry bushes to the right side of us.
Startling me so much that I gasp out loud and actually drop my suitcase on the ground below me.
"Shhhh." A female voice creeps over to us demanding for us to remain quiet.
Swiftly grabbing up my suitcase in my hand I cock my head to the side observing the awkward talking bush.
"Come here." Are they crazy?
Shaking my head on protest, I back away from the ominous magical talking bush.
"If you want to live follow me." The bush says sternly as the leaves on the bush began to rustle frantically.
How is a bush going to walk with no damn legs?
I facepalm myself mentally! Why the hell am I thinking so damn foolishly?
A bush walking indeed!
I peer over to my mates who stand directly beside the bush peering down at it curiously, immobilized.
Okay? I guess I'm making all of the decisions then?
Hesitantly, I walk over to the blackberry bush, squeezing my way in between the bushes I make way into what seems like someone's backyard. Although the yard is very minuscule in size it seems well groomed with little garden gnomes placed haphazardly throughout the yard and small fairy lights hanging down from one tiny dwarf tree planted directly in the center of a tiny floral garden.
