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Horns
CHAPTER ONE Homesick . Noic woke in the Servant's Quarters of Asgard's Palace. Which was incredibly concerning, as the little girl could remember quite clearly that she had fallen asleep in her own bed. In Vanaheim. "It's about time you woke up! Lazy Girl! It's long past dawn." The shadow of a stern, strict woman loomed overhead, disapproving in every aspect, and holding her hands to her wide hips to display it. Noic rubbed at her drowsy blue eyes with her offhand. Though the movement summoned a drawn wince for the soreness of her muscles as they complained of the just as sharp and stern bed that she had apparently spent the night on. "Ho! Lazy Girl! Do you hear me? You'll wake at dawn from now onwards, am I clear?" The shadow above continued, wrinkled and sagging face an unpleasant sight first thing in the morning. Or at all. Noic growled tiredly, pointedly spreading her offhand's fingers to shield her drowsy gaze from the sight of it. Oh, teleporting bed, Take me away. The woman
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Horns
CHAPTER ONE Homesick . Noic woke in the Servant's Quarters of Asgard's Palace. Which was incredibly concerning, as the little girl could remember quite clearly that she had fallen asleep in her own bed. In Vanaheim. "It's about time you woke up! Lazy Girl! It's long past dawn." The shadow of a stern, strict woman loomed overhead, disapproving in every aspect, and holding her hands to her wide hips to display it. Noic rubbed at her drowsy blue eyes with her offhand. Though the movement summoned a drawn wince for the soreness of her muscles as they complained of the just as sharp and stern bed that she had apparently spent the night on. "Ho! Lazy Girl! Do you hear me? You'll wake at dawn from now onwards, am I clear?" The shadow above continued, wrinkled and sagging face an unpleasant sight first thing in the morning. Or at all. Noic growled tiredly, pointedly spreading her offhand's fingers to shield her drowsy gaze from the sight of it. Oh, teleporting bed, Take me away. The woman
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Horns
CHAPTER ONE Homesick . Noic woke in the Servant's Quarters of Asgard's Palace. Which was incredibly concerning, as the little girl could remember quite clearly that she had fallen asleep in her own bed. In Vanaheim. "It's about time you woke up! Lazy Girl! It's long past dawn." The shadow of a stern, strict woman loomed overhead, disapproving in every aspect, and holding her hands to her wide hips to display it. Noic rubbed at her drowsy blue eyes with her offhand. Though the movement summoned a drawn wince for the soreness of her muscles as they complained of the just as sharp and stern bed that she had apparently spent the night on. "Ho! Lazy Girl! Do you hear me? You'll wake at dawn from now onwards, am I clear?" The shadow above continued, wrinkled and sagging face an unpleasant sight first thing in the morning. Or at all. Noic growled tiredly, pointedly spreading her offhand's fingers to shield her drowsy gaze from the sight of it. Oh, teleporting bed, Take me away. The woman
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The Masquerader (4)
Chapter Four;
Shifting Waters
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The morning sun had retreated far beyond the stretching walls of Ascent by the time the final lines of Lokasenna hung in the hushed air. Breathing a reluctant, but finished breath, savoring the chilled afternoon air, Astrid dragged her gaze upwards to the darkening sky in defeat, “.. Uh oh.. Story time's over.” Astrid heaved a soft groan, running her nervous fingers through her blackened hair in anxiety.
Fead narrowed his eyes in confusion before starting softly, “How hard could it be to explain the fight to your fath-”
“Ynir.” Astrid informed quietly before leaping f
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The Same Story For Different Fools - 34
Chapter Thirty Four
The Foolish and Pale Demon
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The subjects of the Hell Castle City imagined the oddest, strangest thing.
They spoke in hushed, fearful tones as the aged cart bumbled and bounced down the stone carved paths within the city, leading to the Castle upon the cracked horizon. The intimidating sight was perfectly balanced upon the searing cliffs of Tasaria's mountain, seething with contempt for those of the city at its feet. The inhabitants of the Hell Castle City soon found their eyes couldn't be torn from the sight upon the cart before them, but nor could they believe what their aged senses declared.
The population loudly ima
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