We had included our map and went over the edge of that waterfall with one of our beloved horses. We mounted Frances' horse and rode off leaving the rushing river and unfated death behind us only allowing the world to stand ahead of us. It felt almost celestial like a strange ochrestrated phenomenon.
It was an hour before we had reached the base of the mountain but, once we had. It was a lot larger than we had expected the summit to be and I was not sure we would reach the top before the end of the week. It looked nothing like any of the mountains I had seen in my lifetime.
The moutain was tall, covered in trees, but also the oddest part of it all was the slopes; they were unevenly designed. We came to the conclusion that at some point we might have to leave behind the horse and go on foot..
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The Diary Of Princess Azalia - Part Two
FantasyAzalia a seemingly normal teenage girl who is forced to get a job at her local tourist attraction. A castle to save up for college. Her small town Raven Cove won't be home for long when she get's transported through a portal into a magical land that...
