Little Wood Whims

Little Wood Whims

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Drestun. A human. Rare sight to see in their world. Their population slowly diminished. They were the weak ones. Bottom of the food chain. Drestun doesn't deny any of these facts, because they believed them. It's true, isn't it? Especially in a world full of super natural beings. They honestly expected themselves to be struggling a lot more than they are. But what happens when a species they grew to fear because of their power tells them otherwise? What if someone believed they mattered? Part of this story is to address the effects of global warning and humans causing an imbalance in natural selection. It's supposed to represent Karma. Look out little hints of character traits within names! Fantasy and romance is a fun mix.
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"Some truths don't set you free. They set you on fire." They told me not to open that book. They warned me with stories-old, crusty ones-about madness, about secrets best left untouched. They said the library's far wing was cursed. That the books in that section didn't whisper wisdom-they screamed. But curiosity has a strange way of settling into your bones, especially when you've lived your entire life inside walls built from someone else's truths. My name? It doesn't matter-not yet. This story isn't about names. It's about what was forgotten deliberately. And how I found it. I wasn't born a rebel. I didn't want to challenge kingdoms or rewrite history. I just wanted to understand who I was, why I felt out of place, and what those strange dreams meant. The ones with burning skies and voices calling me by a name no one else knew. This isn't a tale of heroes and villains. It's messier than that. It's about a girl who found a truth so big, it didn't fit into her world. And maybe-just maybe-it won't fit into yours either. But I'll tell it anyway. Because stories like this-whispers like these-were never meant to stay silent. Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons (living or dead), events, or locales is purely coincidental. The stories in this book are designed to entertain, provoke thought, and explore a range of emotions and themes. They do not intend to offend or represent any belief system, historical accuracy, or cultural narrative in a literal way. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form without the prior written permission of the author.

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