𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋
- adj. extremely delicate and light in a way that seems not to be of this world.
❝ rise and rise again
until lambs become lions. ❞
Her destiny had been written in the very laws of the magic she was so deeply connected to. The gol...
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𝕭𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐈: 𝖂𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝖂𝐀𝐑
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𝕮𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝕺𝐧𝐞: don't lose hope
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THE SNOW CRACKED BENEATH HER FEET as she walked across the field. Ashara missed the green blades of grass. Snow was beautiful but after a hundred years it was hard to even remember what flowers looked like, or how sweet the smell of spring was. But it wasn't just that. Snow was now a reminder that the White Witch's hold on Narnia was as strong as ever. The once so beautiful white flakes were now a sign of evil and suppression. Ashara used to hate that the Witch had managed to turn so many beautiful things dark and twisted with her magic. But, after all these years she learned to not let these things trouble her anymore and simply bide her time. If she didn't, if she surrendered to those feelings of hatred and despair, she feared she might drown.
