"BRIAR GET DOWN FROM THAT TREE...YES I KNOW YOU LOST YOUR ARROW BUT GET DOWN....YOU'RE GOING TO FA--....great." Azaria looked down at her giggling friend, who was laying in a pile of leaves.
"Aza, you're really annoying sometimes, I left my mother for a REASON, I don't need a new one." Said Briar, picking the leaves out of her frizzing braid.
"Are you calling me motherly...? And please dont call me Aza."
"Okay fine, AZARIA, and yes, very much so" Briar looked around. "Where could that arrow be!?"
"Try looking over here!" Laughed Ledia, balancing the arrow on her long bony finger.
"LEDIA YOU GRRR" Briar screamed, grabbing her arrow and putting it back in her sheath as Ledia laughed.
"Ledia, what'd you find out?" Asked Azaria, taking a bit of some random fruit that apparently was edible.
"The city's abuzz about that new prince who's coming into town." Ledia said nonchalantly.
"The prince.... As in PRINCE ROZARK!? THE PRINCE OF ALL PRINCES!?" Briar screeched in an in human pitch, even for an elf.
Azaria and Ledia held their ears, being used to her excited screeches whenever one of them brought up a prince.
"Yes dear, sweet, little Briar. Prince Rozark, yet another prince you have NO chance with." Scoffed Ledia realistically.
"Let me dream!" Briar giggled, preparing her bow with another arrow.
"Dont lose that one...I won't go looking for it."
"Oh hush Ledia."
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Garden Of Corruption
FantasyThis is he story of three girls. Three girls that defied their destinies and changed their fate.
