Chimera Guild Hall, the morning of the Celebration
This week has passed quicker than I had thought. The preparations for both the picnic and the celebration have gone well. We will be ready for the picnic tomorrow, and the square and the decorations for the celebration are beautiful. I am nervous to present the poem I have written as an account of the war. I do not wish all eyes on me, nor am I skilled with tales of glory. I have no skill to make myself sound as a hero in the events of war, and so I hope that the poem I present is worthy enough.
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The Journal of Celeste Bosk
FantasyCaptured as a baby and raised in isolation to be a sacrifice for a gruesome ritual, Celeste was the sole survivor of the children she saw as her siblings. Now, thrown into the real world, she finds herself in a town called Mirkwood. As she struggles...
