Tiber's Isles (Prequel to Weeping Willow)
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Last published Sun, Nov 20, 2016
I often wished I had never met Penny. She was reckless, rude and generally unaware of the consequences that could follow her actions. I should have known from the first day of kindergarten when she tickled the back of my neck with a tuft of my own hair in one hand, grinning wildly with a pair of safety scissors in her other that she wasn't worth any sort of redemption.
Being the pushover I am, however, I somehow found it in me to befriend her. I knew it would lead to trouble. I never could have imagined it would lead to the two of us getting stranded on an island and getting caught up in a war between spirits tied to trees and an inhuman prince born from ash.
Prequel to Weeping Willow, with the purpose of shedding some light on the nymphs.
Written by Andesite Lyacon and Halcyon Mae (@hally_dearest)
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