We had been doing it since the beginning of time. chasing bits of what had become ourselves, all over the earth, every night, every day, through years,decades,century's,millenniums. No rest. The gut wrenching yearning, only numbed when searching. The eternal punishment for falling in love with the amusement of the Gods.
The day we fell,the day our feathers turned blacker than the darkest night and The Great Eye turned from watching our divine paths. It broke the souls and shattered them across time and space, like multicolored glass,glinting in the light of time. And then through each of our seven hearts, he stabbed a piece of our souls love. Then. The search began.
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hey,so this is my new story,im making allot of adjustments to my other book,' If the mountains could speak'' so sorry for the delays!
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The Seven.
Historical FictionA story of passion and loss, the never ending fight for those you love.
