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Angel's Territory Chapter One CHAPTER ONE PART 2Angel's Territory Chapter One by goldenlab2000
The Death Of Angel Malare
I knew something was terribly wrong once I realized how barren the area surrounding Lovell was.
These people are harvesters, the land surrounding their kingdom is filled with crops, even throughout winter they still picked berries and fruits, as well as digging up certain potato plants that somehow managed to grow under barren soil. So, we expected to be escorted in by workers, but not a single person was working. Not a child playing, everything was empty. Eerily empty, the bare trees making the wind hiss between their slender branches. But, it was also a disappointment, a days journey for nobody? Than I thought, maybe we can steal some of their berries and potatoes to make up our trade?
Upon examination though, all the bushes were dead. Even the ones that were supposed to grow in winter, the Bearberries, Tangelos, Whiteberries, all dead. My horse was starting to get distressed too, his sleek brown body twitching, hot breaths leavin
Angels Territory Chapter 0.5 Chapter OneAngels Territory Chapter 0.5 by goldenlab2000
The Death Of Angel Malare
I hate mornings.
Mornings are hard. The light shining through the windows of my little cottage, making my eyes feel like they were baking, even behind closed eyelids. What made it worse though, was the fact that I knew I had to go to work. And what made that worse, is that food was short and hunting was going to be ridiculously hard. No matter how hard I tried to ignore it and go back to sleep, that reminder was knocking on my brain, and my much smarter conscious was screaming at me to get up. Wonderful. I worked ridiculously hard for the role of lead hunter and this is what I get.
But despite all that, the burning in my eyes from the sun, the need to go to work never leaving me alone, and my numb arm were not enough to rip me away from the hugging duvets and the bundle of warmth tucked into my chest.
Small, short fingers that I had gotten to know so well curling around the hem of my undershirt, light brown freckles spotting each knuckle i
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