The pages lay uncovered on the dew-dropped window sill. Gazing over the slumbering valley, it's naked paper folded silently along with the swift wind, almost as if it were agreeing with it on a negligible matter that held no concern for the unwritten story. Light flooded silently over the valley, awakening the drowsy inhabitants of the village of 84, and climbing over the straw-thatched roofs of their humble abodes until coming to a hesitant stutter at the vine-clinged tower of the unspoken story. The light shyly now came to a crawl upon the tower, gently illuminating the odd, trinket-filled room, inscribing its light onto the blank book. And on its previously desolate pages spoke of a few simple words.
With the Sun's demise may come the Moon's rise,
But come with the Moon's dusk
Comes the Sun's rise
And in this is the order of Life
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A Little Birdie Named Jay (The Volumes of Blue- Vol. 1) #Wattys2016
FantasyThe kingdom of Levinase is burning. The King is ruling with a whip in hand, the people are divided literally, and Jay Levensque is only one piece of the puzzle to solving these endless problems. Faced with harsh choices, and worse solutions, not eve...
