Farren

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Chapter 1 - Mourning Period

A dark cloud of despair hovered over the village of Maara. No laughter to be heard, no children playing in the streets. The village people were mourning a dear friend. 

The clock-tower Fae had accompanied her to the resting place in the heavens just hours before, while ringing their Sorrowbells to ensure her peace. The faint twinkling of their light as they flew across the sky and the heart-wrenching sound of the tole of their bells had set the villagers distraught with worry. Who had died? Had it been the village elder, who'd been hovering on the brink for years? Or maybe one of the poor shoemaker's children, who often succumbed to illness?

Disbelief had stuck the villagers when the Fae brought the news. For hours, the village people enclosed themselves into their homes. If there were anyone in the streets, all they would have heard were the sobs.

The kindly witch of the forest, Lady Farren, was dead.

She had been killed by the tyrannical Prince Kyran, the ruler of Kyros. He had foolishly suspected that Lady Farren had persuaded the people of Maara to attempt overthrowing him. His overly cautious nature had pushed him to kill her, and this, ironically, had been the catalyst that would cause his downfall. 

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How do you like it? I'd started writing this a LONG time ago, though this is quite different from what I wrote then. I think I'm gonna really enjoy writing it XD XD XD

Short first chapter, I know, but this is more like an introduction. Chapters after this will be longer.

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