The chill morning air blew atop the mountains' peak. In the middle of the mountains was a glowing city, full of love and joy. The city was filled with bright red flowers and bells rang from the castle. The large golden castle rested at the back of the city, its gates open to the people it's inhabitants loved so much. Large bells were ringing to mark the coronation of princess Evalin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius. It had been two hundred years since the war against the Valg, and now, after the recent abcation of the throne by Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius, Evalin was being crowned.
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The Children of Wildfire and Wind
FanfictionIt's been a hundred years since the war against the Valg and Terrasen is prospering. But when a new threat arises, the children of Aelin and Rowan, must fight it off, in hopes of saving Terrasen. ...
