Elements | Book 1
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Ongoing8m
Last published Sat, Apr 25, 2015
Slowly, I creep out from behind my hiding place. My footsteps echo across the dingy cavern, sounding like thousands of feet marching together. High up above, dark, menacing clouds roll in the starry sky like evil faces glaring down upon the charred earth...
When Willow discovers that the Eye has been taken, chaos starts to ripple through the land. No clues have been left, no path to follow. Only it's last prophecy.
Can Willow retrieve the Eye and save those most dear to her??? Or will the sudden truth distract her from her mission, resulting in the end of the world?
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