The Spectre

The Spectre

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There was once a woman who swore for nature, wisdom, and passion. She will become the queen. The queen of all wisdom and life. She will rule the kingdom, the kingdom which she deserves. The kingdom of the dark lady. Lady Liandrin Pristyn is her name. Birds of a feather flock together. But I am unique. 'bout my beautiful colours many a tongue does speak. I stride along, not right but certainly free 1 notebe wrong in a forest near a coastnnnhñ where fishpeople dwell bgñen nñ mg wñrvedb cadavres of creatures from old. -The Murlocs- To live in the past is to m bfake it the future. Lose your anger And it has found you. Run around and go nowhere. Be a slave to freedom and you are its master. The YMMV try thumb m UK m Turn your back and face forward. Erupt and you corrupt. Climax and its over. -The Undertakers- Put out and you inflame. To be is a present. Cross your legs and open your mind.
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The locals had warned me that no one in their right mind would enter the North Woods alone, not unless they had a death wish. It's a good thing then that I am not in my right mind. Fear had prevented me from returning to this place for years, but the nightmares depriving me of sleep threatened to steal what little sanity I had left, leaving me with no other choice than to confront the source of my apprehension. I was tired of pretending that everything was ok. That I was ok. I needed the nightmares to stop. But in order for that to happen, I needed to uncover my lost memories. The North Woods held answers, of that much I was certain. So here I stand, ready to face my past. If only I could get my legs to move. **FIRST DRAFT - UNEDITED **

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