A Party At Nullinland (A Short Story)
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'you are invited to the celebration of her highness princess Siofra Nakthra Of Nullinland, on her 18th birthday at the winter noon. The gathering will start at 4:00 p.m sharp in the evening. All of Nullinland and those from afar, including you are invited. There will be a bounty of feast and dancing at the gala. We will await for you're arrival are dear guests'
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On the day of December a festive day has come for the princess of Nullinland the mysterious rose among the granden have turned 18th years old. Everyone in Nullinland and those from the far shore's have come to join the celebration.
But as this merry occasion proceed, something in the dark lingers. Eyes open wide waiting for the right moment to strike. This pieces have only answered what remains a mystery. For the fate of this land has yet, to be foretold nor sealed.
'Fragile like ice, mirrors of lies. Two faced man, spout flowery whispers to who is blind.
One shall abide and endure her fate as all has fallen into the detps of the earth. The wind shan't sing, the water shan't flow and the earth shall crumble beneath our feets. Thus, fire will spill out from it like the fountain of youth.
For all will stop, in cage in a phantom of ice...for it has been spared...for it has plunder...for the doom has been set...'
A/N: this is only a one-shot(maybe), there is another part of a story that I'm currently doing.😅 warning this is cringy to read at your own risk.there are also many grammatical errors and wrong spelling along the way. This story is a dedicated to my friend who turn eighteen last year in December😁
Disclaimer: there are some words like selhe and nalma. These are all just generated by my mind, I didn't base it in anything or in any languages. There are Filipino phrase and sentence that I have put, I also translated them.
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