With songs in the air time passed by. Winter. The season that mocked me the most. While everyone curled into one another, I curled into a tree and dreamt of my better world. A world where the evil queen Didnt appear your very eyes as soon as you said an insult her. I didn't want someone to appear in front of me every month to figuire out who I was to mock me for my difference. Everytime she did, everyone seemed to magically see me and mock me. I hated those. I hated those times. I wanted the queen died beyond measure.
The problem with people In the last was they didn't have dreams
Well
I did
That's how I knew of the Spirit of Terra
But I knew in order to get it
I would have to perform five labora for the Spirit itself
Terra
There's my reason for staying here.
If it wasnt for finding the Spirit of Terra
I don't know what I'd do.
I watched the wild winds blow
Atleast they don't mock me.
My blood went to my hads as I sighed of relief as I plucked the last apple from the tree I sat in.
There was an old saying
Te worst are at the bottom
The best are at the top
But the worst must work for the best
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Terra
Teen FictionYou know that place in between dreams and reality? Well yah, welcome to my world. I call it Terra. But know one sees me or knows me. Because i am Shadow. the unknown figuire that no one sees or hears. That sound you hear in your hall? that light tha...
