Have you got time enough for change?

Have you got time enough for change?

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WpMetadataReadTerminé sam., oct. 25, 20252 h 5 min
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READ THIS ITS IMPORTANT TO THE STORY!!! Although this is kinda half set in a medieval setting there are still parts in it from today's world like TV's or...guns. Don't judge ok? My writing my rules. Also the dude who speaks with <**> will be just bold if serious and bold+italics when he's just like havin fun Follow one of the last remaining Time mages, Juno in his search for the 'Chrononomicon II' that his grandfather made. Meet elf's and bandits and conmen and himself from different times...? Uncover secrets lost to time, bond with the only Elf who takes him seriously and watch him collapse any time he casts a damn spell
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Lara, in this magical and enchanting world, nothing is a lie! So believe in fairy tales. This was the phrase my mother whispered to me every night with her gentle voice. When she read the story of "Jack and the Beanstalk," I would always curiously ask: • But why don't I have a magic bean that can take me wherever I want? She would smile kindly and keep hope alive in my heart. We all believed in magic and wizards as children, fairy tales, and Little Red Riding Hood! I wished I would never know the bitter taste of reality. But years after her death, I faced the harsh reality of the world; a reality I had always tried to escape. After my mother's death, her voice remained with me, inviting me to the bright world of hope; unlike many who grew up and no longer believed in any childish dreams. But I remained faithful to stories and the land of fairies, believing that destiny awaits us all! We are born into different tales and live with love. However, the bitterness of the world ensnared me in its grip. Just when I was only nine years old, I became acquainted with the bitter reality of life; when the snowy night arrived! I had never seen snow so terrifying and ugly. Because my mother was in bed, coughing up blood and taking her last breaths. A tiny bit of white snow had fallen from my woolen boots onto the ground, and when her hand hung limp, droplets of blood dripped from her fingers onto the snow, turning it red.

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