[CHAPTER ONE]
(BEING WRITTEN AT THE MOMENT)
Quiet.
Qui-et.
Q U I E T.
Ariadne adored the quiet.
It was peaceful, and no one disturbed her.
However, on this dreary morning, the silence from the night before had ebbed* into a hum of chatter.
Now Ariadne strolled, fidgeting under an umbrella, through Highwoods park. Her brown hair was disturbed by the breeze.
She inhaled deeply, taking in the scents of pine and flowers. The chill of midmorning prickled Ariadne's nose, consequently causing her to sneeze.
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Wildwood
FantasyThe Wildwoods was a bloodline that had gone for several generations. Banished from their homeland, the Wildwood family tree had adapted to the world of humans. Ariadne Wildwood had absolutely no clue of her ancestors curse. All she knew was the b...
