I had never seen anyone exit the tunnel that linked my home land to the mortal world. It stunned me for a second but instinct quickly took over. I wasn't an honoured protector for nothing after all. The trespasser was a young woman. I decided that I would take her to the council in the heart of evermore. They could decide what to do with her. As I loaded her in to the back of a wagon, I couldn't help but think how pretty she was with her hazel hair and pale complexion. She was such a contrast to the women I'm used to seeing. It's such a shame that she is currently a criminal.
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Behind the door
Non-FictionLayla lives in a mansion and knows all the knocks and crannies. or so she thought. A mystery door and a whole new side of the house lead to adventures of love and new beliefs. (This is an original story)
