| Would-be writer, would-be artist, definite dreamer. |
One of a Million
Maid for a Dragon Jen woke up chained to a rock. This was not where the thirteen-year-old girl had gone to sleep. Actually Jen couldn’t remember where she had gone to sleep, but it was not attached to a blackened stone in the middle of Don’t-Go-In-There-Wood. Around her towered dark trees blocking all but a hazy glow from the bright summer’s day. She sat in a clearing made up of burnt tree stumps. Jen had been told about what lived in Don’t-Go-In-There-Wood, it burnt things, it crushed things and it ate people. Jen felt the iron collar locked to her neck, her fingers couldn’t make it move. A heavy chMaid for a Dragon
| Would-be writer, would-be artist, definite dreamer. |
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Smile, it confuses your enemies.
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Smile, it confuses your enemies.
P.
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"I'm sorry what language are you talking now? It appears to be bollocks!" V.Meldrew
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Smile, it confuses your enemies.
I look forward to it.
best.
P.
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"I'm sorry what language are you talking now? It appears to be bollocks!" V.Meldrew
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Heather
Founder of the *HistoricCostume
Member of ~TextilesAlliance , *MedievalCommunity and ~Elizabeths-Court
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