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Mistcliffe

Mistcliffe

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Romance
Who would have guessed that magic was no myth? That true love was a force to be reckoned with? Mistcliffe was no ordinary town. Magic was an every day occurrence for natives there... or, it used to be. Alethia would know, of all people. She grew up there and she heard stories of fairies, spells, and true love. What she was not sure of was if anybody else knew about them. Those beautiful stories faded away over a short span of time, and thanks to the mix of the Ceders in the town, the few natives left thought if them as just stories. Go on an enchanting journey to find out if magic was just an image, or if it truly did exist... and might still.
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There are still some places in this world where magic exists. It clings to the remote parts of the world that Time has left behind and forgotten, where life is simpler and nature is powerful. An example is Teelin, an island off the coast of Ireland, in Teelin you are either a farmer or a fisherman unless you work in Rell the largest town on Teelin. There are few cars and fewer well paved roads, the summers are often cloudy and the winters bitter but there is a wild powerful magic in every leaf and every wave that crashes on the cliffs. It is not the magic of movies with pretty sparks and silly words, it is the raw elements, deep and dark, complex and dangerous. It is addicting, and to the residents of Teelin it is a part of life. Something to watch out for, something to beware of but in the end no different than the wild dog packs that roam the moors, dangerous but avoidable. For it is not humans who wield the magic, it is the Sidhe, the Fey who wander the island, who live in the forests and lurk under the waves.

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