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This will be placed into my plot someday.... |
| Didden, is where the Hunter stays. In its forest, Count Bordre plays. Where at night, he always says: "Come, love, as you may take of these woods of daunting Cray, the stone of Vaden where it lay, in my humble home, I do say, it is evil, it always bade those of your kind, fairly made. For that precious stone you seek is mine alone and mine to keep. For I myself, made its scheme. to lure the prey in a dream, of cat and mouse and many seams. Like the sand or salt in seas, unaccounted are my means, unnoticed it does seem. For none seem to see the loss. Those poor creatures at my toss, but come to me, it may cost a limb, two, even thoughts. For I devour negativity, given the gift of longevity. I could live for an eternity, if given one with immortality." There the heart of this world does stay, in Didden with the man in Jade. To the north, beyond the fields, beyond the deserts that cease to yield the water which you will travel by under bright stars and dark sky. |