Hours had passed when I finally felt equipped to travel on my lonesome through the forest, I knew that I was almost to the forest clearing and from there I would have to travel through a huge creek and then finally I would be at the mountain's base.
I fell asleep with the map beside me, holding onto it for dear life since it was only hope of finding the dragon's but most importantly my way back home.
Thursday June 3rd 1802
I packed everything neatly into my bags and walked out of that cave leaving only the reminiscence of ash from the fire I had made to keep me warm the past couple of nights. I sat upon the horse's back, jitters coursing through my veins. Frances' horse was the most wild I had ever seen. I held the reins firmly and hit the side of the horse two times, she took off running through the forest.
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The Diary Of Princess Azalia - Part Two
FantasyAzalia a seemingly normal teenage girl who is forced to get a job at her local tourist attraction. A castle to save up for college. Her small town Raven Cove won't be home for long when she get's transported through a portal into a magical land that...
