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Dragonslayers
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The Bulwark had held for as long as the people had remembered. Reshavit was a distant kingdom, bordering the wildlands where those loathsome beasts had squatted since the Raging, drawn to the scent of gold and tender flesh as such things are wont to be. But this has changed with their breaching of the walls, and we must move with all haste to seal it.
By Donovan Bottini4 years ago in Fiction
Affection and Healing for Yourself
During the night of the last quarter moon, I gathered my ritual supplies. I carefully handled the chunk of black tourmaline that would protect me from your overall negative and narcissistic energy. I carefully walked the house with my stick of selenite in hand, asking the universe to cleanse our working space.
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️7 days ago in Fiction
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Love the title!