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FariesOnce upon a time there were many faries that lived in a forest. The went about their lives happy and carefree always sure that nothing could go wrong. But one fairy always thought what if. So unlike the other faries who spent their time painting and flying around happy she spent her time practicing and studying. She would be able to fight even if the others couldn't. One day a giant came to their forest and took a tree! With much noise and a monster in his hands he took a tree down and left. A few moons later and more giants arrived with more monsters! The faries had no idea as to what to do. Nothing like this had ever happened before but ifFaries by ~Chronx6
World turningWorld turning and turningWorld turning by ~Chronx6
Nature toiling away at its own cycles
Life going on around us
As we fight and destroy
In the name of our own life
Perhaps that name is a god
Or maybe science
Or greed
Or vanity
At the end of the day we all
Are fighting for something
Against each other and nature
We hope to find one to be along side
Although often they are nothing more
Than yet another thing to fight against
We fight and fight and fight
Striving for more
Striving for better
And yet life
Swirls around us
Moving at its own pace
And its own cycles
That will catch us sooner
Or later
WarWars flare in violence and angerWar by ~Chronx6
Diplomacy fails left and right
Storms rage and destroy
The earth shakes and opens
Nature itself is turning
And yet we must continue
We must walk this path towards
Our own deaths and demise
Yet we continue to walk this
But we do not know why.
We just know the show must go on
WIP Will be updated on here “Taren! Get up and get to the fields!” A woman's voice echoed up to the ledge. A young man's head appeared over the edge and yawned.WIP Will be updated on here by ~Chronx6
“Yes mother....” Taren responded before slipping over the edge and while trying to grab the edge falling to the ground. With a curse he hopped around the sparsely furnished house holding his foot. He dodged around the table his family ate at, ran into his father's chair the only cushioned seat in the house, and almost overturned the pot of stew his mother was working on. Stopping by the door and rubbing the foot he stole a quick piece of flat quick bread. Munching on this he slipped his sh
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