Many scary storied were told about the woods, that once you entered the mystical place, you couldn’t get out. They said that you can see a creature so ugly and it feds on our soul and the most unbelievable of all is, there is wall, a wall so big and hard that no one can ever get through, only royals can, only royals would but since they said that the world beyond the wall wouldn’t believe, harsh and mean, scary and murderous, they banned royals to go through for each royal’s sincere tears would turn into diamonds and gold or could even heal a sick or give life to the dead so the council made it invisible for a royal’s single tear can change the world. The one who made the story about the wall was a royal, a King of the east, the place of war and death.

“You told me his skin was white as snow, lips red as blood and hair as black as the night” memories of yesterday came flashing back and forth in his mind

“I remember a little bit but not entirely, I could remember his scent like a rose’s, skin so smooth like a new born’s, with big doe eyes and chocolate brown orbs” his grandmother’s breathing gave him peace in the lovely afternoon while she hummed in response

Not an update~ since I still feel sick and tired from the events that happened

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