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Lover's Call
Deep in the Forest of the Forgotten, ruins of an ancient Kingdom lay. By all accounts, lost from the memories of humans. Faded away further from legends now only a whisper in their stories. Crumbling stone towers, with castle walls covered in vines, and the old rows of villager houses are decrepit and overtaken by nature are all that remain of this once great Kingdom. Deeper you go, closer to the ruins of the castle itself, among the once beautifully tended flower beds and rows of lush vegetables in the garden, a small cottage just peaks out. Weathered stones and aged wood and a moss covered roof create its exterior. Here is where I've made my home.
For the last 300 years that I've called this place home, I've only seen one, maybe two, humans this far every couple decades or so. To get this far into the Forest is a feat on its own, and knowing where to go next becomes harder with each passing year. The paths are far too overgrown and every year brings more and more dangers to defeat. The Darkness takes control over the lands like a creeping sickness, moving closer to these crumbling stone walls closing in around it. And my Curse does not allow me to leave this place.
Unable to escape, I've resigned to never hearing the song of my soul mate, and the likelihood of my song being heard has all but been extinguished. But how I longed for my soul mate. My heart aches from the hole that will never be filled. My soul grows darker with the passing years, and dispare has moved in where hope should be. The song I once thought would bring so much joy is now a reminder of what will never be. The Darkness knows this, which is why it's grown so near.
I've resigned myself to taking care of the flower beds and gardens here. The beautiful flowers, lush fruits, and vibrant vegetables have been carefully cultivated by me a few decades after being cursed to these ruins. They were wildly out growing their rows and suffocating one another and I gave them the love they so desperately needed, making my own small farm. As I cared for and tended to them all, I felt them slowly nurture me in return. They brought peace and tranquility into a turbulent and stormy heart. Once filled with anger, destruction, and carnage, is...
For the last 300 years that I've called this place home, I've only seen one, maybe two, humans this far every couple decades or so. To get this far into the Forest is a feat on its own, and knowing where to go next becomes harder with each passing year. The paths are far too overgrown and every year brings more and more dangers to defeat. The Darkness takes control over the lands like a creeping sickness, moving closer to these crumbling stone walls closing in around it. And my Curse does not allow me to leave this place.
Unable to escape, I've resigned to never hearing the song of my soul mate, and the likelihood of my song being heard has all but been extinguished. But how I longed for my soul mate. My heart aches from the hole that will never be filled. My soul grows darker with the passing years, and dispare has moved in where hope should be. The song I once thought would bring so much joy is now a reminder of what will never be. The Darkness knows this, which is why it's grown so near.
I've resigned myself to taking care of the flower beds and gardens here. The beautiful flowers, lush fruits, and vibrant vegetables have been carefully cultivated by me a few decades after being cursed to these ruins. They were wildly out growing their rows and suffocating one another and I gave them the love they so desperately needed, making my own small farm. As I cared for and tended to them all, I felt them slowly nurture me in return. They brought peace and tranquility into a turbulent and stormy heart. Once filled with anger, destruction, and carnage, is...
