Deep in the forest of Albion, laid the small village of Oakvale, unchanged by time and untouched by sword.
“Come on, wake up” I could hear my father saying, in my dream, why is he here? “Wake up son.” I felt the world rumble, then I woke. My father was shaking my shoulder, “Daydreaming again, were you? Just like your mother; mind always wandering.”
He was right, my mother was off to Barrow Fields to do some shopping, she was buying presents for my sister, it was her birthday today, “Well let it wander off to find your sister.” He informed me. “Where is she?” he looked at me with... Read More
“Come on, wake up” I could hear my father saying, in my dream, why is he here? “Wake up son.” I felt the world rumble, then I woke. My father was shaking my shoulder, “Daydreaming again, were you? Just like your mother; mind always wandering.”
He was right, my mother was off to Barrow Fields to do some shopping, she was buying presents for my sister, it was her birthday today, “Well let it wander off to find your sister.” He informed me. “Where is she?” he looked at me with... Read More
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