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I heard a knock while I, quite bored, Had read a rather spooky book. The door then of its own accord Swung open, and I had to look. Beyond it I saw raging skies, Awash with ****** reddish hues And there, a thing with piercing eyes Stared right at me. I was confused And asked it, "Who and what are you? What do you want? Where are you from? Dear sir, you're looking rather blue. Come in," I said, "you seem quite glum." The entity came through my door And hovered there, and said one thing; A thing that shook me to my core: "I've come here from the Weeping Spring."
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May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 8:28 AM UTC
The First Knock
I heard a knock while I, quite bored, Had read a rather spooky book. The door then of its own accord Swung open, and I had to look. Beyond it I saw raging skies, Awash with ****** reddish hues And there, a thing with piercing eyes Stared right at me. I was confused And asked it, "Who and what are you? What do you want? Where are you from? Dear sir, you're looking rather blue. Come in," I said, "you seem quite glum." The entity came through my door And hovered there, and said one thing; A thing that shook me to my core: "I've come here from the Weeping Spring."
The first of a series that tells a story. See if you can figure out what's happening. Keep in mind, it's a fantasy story. That means magic and monsters rule the lands.
OmnirealmSixtus
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May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 8:28 AM UTC
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