Tedros burned his ring, and so I shattered into pieces. That in turn caused the woods to shatter and now it's man over pen. This is the last time you'll see me, and I won't be there to write the tale of the burnt ring, no one will. Because the woods would be a tale of someone's choice, and that person is not Tedros. Something happened in the woods and I intend to find out what from my position in a place in time. Not a place, nor in a time. But still a place in time.
A mystery will be solved, but that doesn't mean I will come back. A true pen knows when it's time has ended, and I know that my candle has burned out.
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One True Professor
FanfictionWhat if Tedros burns his ring? What if he instantly regrets it? What if the powers of the storian accidentaly go to Professor Dovey? A glitch in the woods, a mistake in the castle, and the one true professor shall rule, or will she?
