Once, long ago, there was a great and untamed land called Lotharis. This land was home to a myriad of mythical beings all striking a claim within its borders. These claims lead to countless years of spiteful, bloodletting wars that spanned millennia...
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It was a bitter cold morning as Rhosyn grabbed a wood log and placed it in the small fire within the stove. It was still dark outside as she grabbed a kettle full of water and placed it on the burner to boil. A shiver racked her body as she pulled her shawl closer around herself to keep what little heat she had. The burner glowed a smoldering red, as it grew hot. Steam slowly began to rise from the kettle spout. Her eye caught sight of a candle sitting beside the stove she picked up a wood splinter and placed it on the burner watching as it caught on fire, she lit the candle by the stove and slowly moved around her cottage lighting the rest of the candles. She softly sighed as she looked around her dim lit cottage, shadows loomed over everything as she looked at her kitchen across from her and her dining room table to the right, while behind her the fire place spat and crackled. A lion skin lay in front of the fire. Laying on the skin was Graver, curled up in his dog form. He laid in front a fabric chair covered in blankets, with a side table beside it. She glanced back towards her kitchen as she heard the kettle whistle. By her dining room table there was a small door way that led to her room and a chamber that held an iron bath tub to wash in. She closed the burner and poured the water into the tea cup. Slowly stirring the substances, the water began to turn a slight yellow pink hue, lemon filling her senses. She took a small sip, letting the water scald her tongue as she swallowed it, warming her from the inside out soothing the pain in her low back. Taking the cup, she set it on the side table as she moved the blankets around her shoulder and sat down, facing the untamed fire. Feeling the warmth soak into her body as she sipped her tea. She glanced at Graver watching as he breathed in and out slowly, deep in sleep. She smiled as a memory came upon her.
"Rhosyn! You and Saffir stay away from that embankment I tell you!" a voice yelled from afar. She looked at her younger sister and giggled.
"We will Mam!" Rhosyn called back.
"I'm warning you Rhosyn." She slammed the cottages back door.
"Rhosyn are we still going to mam?" Saffir asked.
"Of course, not Saffir. I promised, didn't I?" Saffir grabbed her arm as she smiled up at her. Rhosyn quickly glanced at the cottage windows, to see that no one was watching.
"You ready?" Rhosyn asked as she looked down at Saffir. She nodded in response. "Run" She grabbed her sisters' hand as they began to run through the tall green grass, as the sun shined above. They laughed and giggled as they tripped over their long maiden dresses. As they began to near the embankment they began to slow down. Saffir let go of Rhosyn's hand and ran towards it, disappearing out of sight. Fear spiked through Rhosyn's stomach as she ran after Saffir to find her foot hit open air and she began to fall. Realization hit, as she began to fall and tumble down the dirt embankment. The tall grass concealed the edge, Saffir didn't see it and fell. Rhosyn could her Saffir's sobs as sticks, and twigs grabbed ahold of her dress, twisting and turning her around as she became caught up and pain filled her body. A sharp stab through her lower back and chest as she came to a stop beside Saffir. Rhosyn gasped for air as the shock radiated through her body, leaving her breathless. She slowly sat up and looked at her sister. Saffir's hair was pulled out of its tight bun, dirt smug her face as tears cleaned streaks down her cheeks.
