No man denies her sovereignship, no man denies the name of Andore, Dorláth and Beltīnnā... ~ by LadyLeaf

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I think we are all a little obsessed with Alinna and her story by now, as well with your fantastic writing! Reading your works is a pure pleasure!

8 years ago

LadyLeaf

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Thank you so much Gwenn and Pearl!

8 years ago

Pearlsdiner

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Really breathtaking, so poetic!

8 years ago

2BlueWizards

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O.O wow, this is truly amazing!! But you know already how much I love your writing and your characters :D

8 years ago

LadyLeaf

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Link to the background: httpsabstract.desktopnexus.com/wallpaper/1249649/

8 years ago

LadyLeaf

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if you brave the bottomless Davy Jones's locker, or the treacherous maze of Hades, inside the impenetrable shell or the cold stone bed, there lays treasure of all treasures. The pearl worthy the crown of Poseidon himself, or the diamond conceived by the womb of Gaia. If you see its light, you will understand the weight of kindness, you will understand why she guards it like such, you will have her if you will. But if you fail, even one step, she will have you. So be warned, beware.

8 years ago

LadyLeaf

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and that was when it begins. The dice were cast, the shackles were chained, the tablet carved and the oath sworn. A prisoner to her own throne, a sword forged to win wars, and there will always, always be a wielder. But know this. Through the withered landscapes of her existence, through the dead woods, the ashen lands and the blackened mist, in the very depth of darkness herself, there is light. If you battle them all,

8 years ago

LadyLeaf

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She is the king and slave altogether, crowned and chained. Yet no man denies her sovereignship, no man denies the name of Andore, Dorlath and Beltinna. A phoenix in whose plumage iridesces the splendor of twilight, stars upon her brow, stars tailing her feathers, dies and reborn again and again in her raisin flames. Terrible and radiant as an obsidian sun of midnight. She has darkness in her wake, in her command. She reaps lives from the ancient battlefield as a tremendous goddess of death,

8 years ago

LadyLeaf

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In place of her eyes silently burn two amber stars, the astral incandescence emanates from the darkest and coldest plutonian shore of the cosmos sea. The one that was bestowed upon all children of darkness by the night queen herself, the one that was stolen by a dark Prometheus from among the stars. An ancient king in the form of a young woman, she carries herself a great elegance, an other-timely, otherworldly grace and might.

8 years ago