Deep in the mountains, a figure, hooded in black, crept through the tunnels.
Her business was her own, and she liked to keep it that way.
The pathetic halfling had failed her, and died. All the races lived on. The Three were thought to be dead. The other two, lost. The Dragon and Rider? Departed with the elves. But she knew better.
She opened a large, wooden door, rusted with age. Kicking cobwebby bones aside, she stepped in. With the Five dead, she was ready.
A dusty mirror rested on the corner of the room. Beside it lay three objects that looked like stones. One was copper gold, one deep blue, and one acid green. No one knew of these. Especially not the Three.
The figure pulled back her hood, revealing a swath of molted silver-blonde hair. She wore black leggings and her top followed suite. Her eyes were piercing ice blue. And she was ready.
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THERE IS A SECOND BOOK! xxAtomicDaDragonxx IS WRITING IT!
This is more than a book to me. This is the first book I have ever fully finished. It still needs editing, but I am very proud, despite the cringe-worthy first chapters. Thank you for reading. And, if you skipped to the end, kudos. I thank you all.
Becca
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Shattering Reality - COLLAB WITH @AtomicDaDragon
FantasyDragons are real. Fairy-tales, not so much. Some stories of magic are not to be told at a child's bedside. But this one, while being scary, is true, and tells the tale of six people, that, while strange, are strong in their own ways. VOTE COMMENT SH...
