Beneath the mountain, one would only find stone and sorrow. The once ancient mountain defiled and tarnished, carved out piece by piece, until a mockery of a court was housed beneath the surface. Rooms carved out, just as skin would be later. Beneath the mountain. It was a phrase whispered in grief. A phrase whispered in agony and fear. A phrase that defined the life of those trapped in sorrow, deep beneath the magic of The Middle that should have protected their kind. Beneath the mountain. It was a place that defiled the rules of their kin. A place that stripped even the highborn lords of their power and might. A place where lesser fae and lords were equally worthless. Beneath the mountain. It was also a place where, despite all the odds, new life begins.<br /> __________________________________<br /> OFC/Eris Vanserra<br /> OFC/ Azriel<br /> (not a love triangle, there are 2 OFCs)
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