"A bird finds pain in what is heard. It strikes, for no one listens. The ashes bring death for its fragile Wings. It reacts, saving the right with the wrong. It's people are protected by the apex predator that the soot wrought. One once close goes far, then farther still. This fury of feathers takes the bad to make the good, but not always. It's sight to the right is wrong. It fails in one lasts song. It is discovered."
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The Arianna
Historical FictionDeep with the Montecsura caves, archeologists discovered hundreds of ancient scrolls. Thought to be a holy text, called the Arianna, it contains various short stories and descriptions that are thought by scholars to be analogies and predictions of t...
