The Windows Of The World

The Windows Of The World

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(√Book One Of The Freedom Trilogy√) ∆Based On A True Story∆ As the moon gazed down at Junvour, an island South East of the All Lands, a petite lady grabbed the moon's attention. Horses raced behind the woman as she stumbled through the snowy night, the only light source being the moon. "Turn left" a smooth Voice whispered the woman looked around to find the source of the Voice, she missed a step and stumbled. Almost crushing the small bundle it her hand. Without thinking she turned left as the Voice had told her and hide behind the bushes quickly, the moon rose higher into the sky and to the west of where she hide. She heard the men stop their horses afraid of what would happen if they went closer. The moon was on the 'Enemies' side now, they would die quickly within seconds. The moon was both beautiful and dangerous. With one last yell the man left with his army. "I will find you Olivia!!! You can't hide for long!"
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The gods have always been such fickle beings. They carry with them unseen expectations and desires, yet they expect perfection from the mortals over which they rule. How would you manage, then, if a god were to set its sights on you and you alone? Could you run? Hide? Or would their fury be inevitable? How do you avoid the rage of something so mysterious and divine? Some say the gods have limits. That if you did not cross into the light of the moon, that she couldn't see you. Simply hide yourself away each night, and the moon would never find you. There was even a night, at least once a month, where the moon would be blind, and you could tread freely through the night. Of course, nothing is certain in the realm of the gods. Note: This story contains human gore and animal death through hunting. These sections are brief, but those who are sensitive to either should use discretion.

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