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Ongoing, First published Jan 23, 2016
Deep in the forest hidden from large cities view, in under shadow of Hollywood is a different place that is completely forgotten from the history of California completely. Back in 1957 when Hollywood was just a small town in the vast wide range of the western coast, there was a wild trove of hills, cliffs and forests. Deep within these so called forest was a large stone arch. This arch had holes within the actual stone so the arch whistled. So therefore the arch was named by the native people as The Dancing Wind Arch. I woke up to the loud rushing and whistling of the Wind arch. My platinum blond hair blocked my view. Winter was setting in causing my eyes to change to a very icy blue. My skin was extremely pale from the season too. You see, I'm half fey or faerie, a race of cleverness slender humanely sharp-witted people. The race of which I am related to are the people that created the doorway between Hollywood's woody vineyards and that of a Mythical world called Witcher.All Rights Reserved
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