TW: p.in
--Briar--
I press my hand into the ground. I drag my head up. My feet collapse beneath me. I get up again.
I stumble up. Out of the cavern. Out of the grove. Out into the forest.
The paws dig and dig. My eyes burn.
I have to continue. I have to go on. I have to do this. I deserve this.
And Bastet. I have to find them.
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Storms of the Sky
FantasyEvery mythical world Bastet has read about is paradise compared to the hell they live in. Maylea is not that place. With some possessing unordinary abilities, two friends as different as the sun and sea, and a pretty assassin out for their head, Bas...
