~𝔓𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔲𝔢~

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"𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖗𝖚𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖆𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖞, 𝖂𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝕴 𝖗𝖚𝖓 𝖔𝖋𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖉𝖆𝖞?

𝕹𝖔𝖇𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖘, 𝕹𝖔𝖇𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖘~𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖓𝕴 𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖙 𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕴 𝖈𝖆𝖓'𝖙 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖓


~𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖊~

~𝕿𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝕴 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌~ 


𝕴 𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖎𝖙 𝖆𝖓𝖞𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊..."

It was stormy and damp when the Whisperers attacked the village. I was disturbed from my slumber to a loud piercing sound coming from the local taver, I glimpsed a look out my window and observed Mary Sam being heaved on to a cart, her body limp, her face drained of color, I saw others too, Vivian Jose, Tony Mill, Arthur Greyll. The door to my room flew open and my mother grasped my wrist and took me to the back of our house, where brother and the horses ere, she saddled me on to pearl and whispered..

"Run little cub, And do not come back for thou art not safe here"

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