Elijah
The black clouds have mounted the crimson painted blue sky and the birds are off to set to cross the ocean this winter. The breeze is cold and chilling, though the winter hasn’t arrived properly.
I love this season of snow; it reminds me of home, a home that used to be my home once. The memories raised with the setting sun and the warmth felt by my stone heart. This man has turned into stone for a long 20 years.
I have never considered this place as my home because I never felt that feeling. I was alone, surviving to make sure my daughter stayed out of the mess of the kingdom. The tension is rising from a few days past since a small ship is recovered from a farther corner of the coast, a sign on the ship that has haunted my dreams for good reasons.
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