An old book lies on the table, the edges of its leather covers charred and worn. You reach out and open it to the first page. The smell of burning parchment meets your nose as words sear themselves into the old paper.
A crow calls from the blackened rafters with a mournful phoenix by its side. The home of their master... reduced to smoldering rubble...
But their stories live on.
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I absolutely love all these songs. Pure gold. And, if at all possible would love to see a mermaid/merman, gorgon, jörmungrundr, and elf song at some point.
@@CharredQuillTales Cool. Thanks.🙂And no worries if you can’t or would rather not. It’s your channel. All the songs are brilliantly done. The music and the art.
Wow. Amazing. This could be an analogy for life. When we become that person we no longer are, obsessed with evil and vengeance. I feel this so strongly in my soul. I study lycanthropy as if it is second nature to me, and I've been here too many times. So poetic. So beautiful.
Magic, excitement, enchantments, wonders, imagination, music, action, fantasy, thrills, and adventures. Wow, this is so beautiful and amazing. I love it, Fairy Dance. What an enchanting melody for me to hear tonight. I love fairies, always have and always will. I never give up believing in fairies and magic with all my heart because I still refuse to grow up, and forget about the precious things I knew, especially those from my childhood. I am like Peter Pan and have his youthful spirit. My one and only wish is to keep the magic alive for all time. And I also wish to be a fairy to stay strong, childlike, young, and beautiful forever and ever like them, Tinker Bell, and the other fair folks. Fantasy rules and reality sucks! I hate getting and being old, which is awfully terrible to be unattractive, slow, weak, and ugly like a hag with floppy saggy skin, baggy eyes, gray hair, weak bones, a bald head, a toothless mouth, and a wrinkled face. Bleh! Yuck! I don’t buy that and I seriously don’t want to be old. Being old is worse. If I was in a magical place like Fairyland or Neverland, I wouldn’t have to worry about ridiculous civilized laws, strictly bossy people, wicked bullies, and stupid grown-up stuff. Problem free. I want to be my true self as a young girl that I am. No rules, no chores, no responsibilities, no work, no schools, no homework, no worries, no cops, no parents, and best of all, no growing up. Forever young. Prevent from aging and growing old. As long as I stay there, I will remain young for eternity as Peter Pan. No growing up, yuck! Live our childhood and carefree life as before and escape adulthood. The real world I’m living in just gets too much for me to take. When I find too many troubles on my mind, it feels just like there’s no escape. Come away and dream away. Let imagination light your way to take you as far as your heart can see. Dream away to a place where hope is shining and find your silver lining. Think happy thoughts to make you fly. All it takes is faith, trust and pixie dust. Dreams and wishes do come true. When you wish upon a star, your dreams come true. Follow your heart straight to the stars. Second star to the right and straight on till morning. I, Heran Fatima Gertraud Mouada, am a lover of fantasy, adventures, fun, magic, and creatures. Master and guardian of imagination. Keeper of secrets and treasures. I may be shy and autistic, but fun-loving, adventurous, creative, high-spirited, athletic, free-spirited, artistic, and sometimes a little mischievous. I am a child within, the child of God and the fair folks. Fairies and other magical beings and creatures are real, and they do exist. Anything is real if you just believe. Just because you can’t see anything, it doesn’t mean they don’t exist. Miracles happen. I don’t care what other people think and say, they just don’t understand. Blinded by their pride and arrogance. Poor and foolish misguided folks. They don’t know what it’s like to be young like my friends and I do. Fairy tales are immortalized and they never get old. Magical things happen, but only if you are young at heart, no matter how old you are. Believe in fairies and magic and never grow up, so follow your heart. The world needs magic and it cannot die. Fly free 🎶🎼🎵✨💫🌟⭐️🌠🌌🪄🧚♀️🧚🧚♂️
"I have no use in killing a corrupt priest, my duty is the child, my LIFE is the child, just as God's Existence is to watch over us and let us grow protected or ready to protect ourselves from the devils and mischiefs earth might have"
