Around the two, they had fallen into a small bed of grass.
“Where are we?” Narice asked, coming to reality.
“The better question is when are we.”
Narice slowly got up from his spot in the grass.
“When are we?”
“Seven-hundred years in the past…”
“How is that possible…?”
“I believe it has to do with your Element…”
“Your element… is light.”
Hey there. I'm a 28 y/o aspiring author - looking to inspire youth and entertain the masses with fantastic stories.
i enjoy travelling the world and understanding different ways of life- and my second dream would be to help others understand what it's like to live in different parts of the world- in the hopes that cultural exchange can open the eyes of those who've had theirs shut for so long.
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