In a place where few can laugh, and vagabonds hide within ... stumbling into those shaded parts that drip with moulds and slippery slimes - where the thorns and brambles whisper: "go back, go back" with their limbs in twine, blocking the wayward from pushing their way in any further.
"Go back, go back" echo the crows with their gurgly throats, with a cough, and a shriek "go back, go back, before the Vivien sees you!"
The formidable Vivien was a witch who found sanctuary in the shadows of this darkest of places - where in the innermost parts, the ancient trees still steadfast remained.
She had absconded from the villagers who previously had shunned and then hunted her: with the Church having signed a paper in support of her accusers.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
"Go back, go back" echo the crows with their gurgly throats, with a cough, and a shriek "go back, go back, before the Vivien sees you!"
The formidable Vivien was a witch who found sanctuary in the shadows of this darkest of places - where in the innermost parts, the ancient trees still steadfast remained.
She had absconded from the villagers who previously had shunned and then hunted her: with the Church having signed a paper in support of her accusers.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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