The air was cool as the autumn winds swept through the burnt and bloodstained fields. The War of Summer Solstice had taken its toll and was drawing nearer to a conclusion with every battle. It began two years ago as a political feud between Lord Tristifar and Lord Beregrin over the Swallowdale Valley, and erupted into a full-scale war once allies...
I'm now making a reading corner where I post some of my fantasy literature that I write from time to time. It's mainly short stories, poetry, and songs. First works have yet to be posted as they have yet to be written... kind of opening the project last minute.
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