3/30/2024 0 Comments Amos version 21![]() ![]() The huntress thought herself loved by the slavemaster. It was the era when the Tyrant of the North Wind warred with the Lord of the Tower. He looked down at the bent backs of his subjects in the howling wind, believing it to be a sign of their adoration and unwavering obedience. For he spoke of love, but was only accompanied by razor winds. "I dreamt of ocean waves and sand, of lush forests and land." "I dreamt of boars playing in berry bushes, of a towering spire." These words she spoke to the God King in a soft tone, but they were left unheard.Īwoken from blind love, she realized she was the only one who spoke with sincerity. He once was her foe, but her hunt was for more than simple vengeance. ![]() He once was her love, but the unforgiving winds could never understand the softness of mortal flesh. In a barren ancient time, when the now-verdant land was still but a wasteland, a maiden, barefoot in the snow, followed the footsteps of the Lord of the Tower.
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