Hide Away - Book 2

Hide Away - Book 2

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Ongoing7m

Last published Tue, Jul 4, 2017

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"We should go scout around the place. Who knows what lies incubating here for the past millennium. Everyone nodded in agreement and we started West. We walked alongside the river through the dark, cloudy place. I couldn't see ahead of me and when I tried to blow the wing away, the wind would always come back to block us. The only thing we knew that we were a safe way by the sound of the running river next to us on our left. "Can't we just magic the fog away?" Someone asked. "We tried. Were you too busy doing something else to now notice us trying?" I heard another voice answer. There were no other noises other than the footsteps, the rushing of wind, and heavy breathing. The air was getting thicker and thicker with every step I took. My eyesight was getting blurrier and blurrier and next thing you know, I could barely see much less take another step. Was this how it was in that place? Was it worse? What could be worse than this? Book 2 to 12 Lands. Follow me and vote on this book. Here we go!

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