I didn't understand the memory that had been thrown at me. Alan must have laced my food with the chains too. It seemed a little gross that I was eating metal shavings. But these chains were different. They were magical. And there had to be a reason that the chains did not return to me when my power was given back to me. The chains were a curse that one carried for life. But maybe I could use this to my advantage. And and advantage over Alan, even if it was a small one, might be the difference between the fine line of life and death. A line I now had to walk.
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The One Who Was Chained
FantasyThe unlikely story of how a girl, her wyvern, a talking hawk and an outcast save the Bermuda Triangle. --- The Bermuda Triangle, a place where the veil of reality is lifted, and a world filled with creatures of myth and legend rule. Mairen, a magic...
