Beyond the walls

{UNDER MAJOR REWRITING}
[ON HOLD?]

I grew up with stories of outsiders. Nasty creatures that come during the night to snatch up the young or the disobedient, never to be seen again. They are said to be the gods first creations, and when they crafted us after, they went mad with jealousy and sought to destroy us, to win back the gods love and affection. I was told of godly creatures that were driven mad by their own lust for attention, corrupting the beautiful vessels that were created for them. I was told of scraggly creatures with glowing eyes, not unlike the wolves of the thick underbrush. Looming in heights to match the tallest of trees, pointed teeth for crushing bones of their victims. The reality I was presented with was drastically different. They looked.. almost like us.

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This story is about winged people :) I fell in love with the idea ages ago and I just had to so uh, sue me

[Also, I know the name on the cover is wrong, it is for all my books. I'm too lazy to change it rn]