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CHAPTER SEVEN: AH SHIT!

Author: Zoe Daniels
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-28 06:01:35

Evelyn’s POV

The carriage lurches over a stone, jolting me forward so hard my head strikes the wooden frame.

“Ow,” I hiss, rubbing the spot.

My patience was wearing thin. So thin.

Three days of traveling can do that.

Ugh!

Goddess above, I stink. The last shower I took was a day ago at the last Inn we stopped at. It was at the outskirts of Pallavin, the tiny village close to our border with the West.

Although we were yet to cross the border, the terrain around us had already begun to change. Rolling plains transforming slowly into little valleys and hills. Miles of farmlands changing to coal mines.

Up ahead I could see twin mountains, Mount Kavaria and Mount Vaermira, the border between the East and the West.

Legend has it that Kavaria and Vaermira were twin goddesses of dreams, Kavaria of good dreams and Vaermira of nightmare.

It is said that Kavaria became infatuated with a lycan diplomat from the West while Vaermira fell in love with a lowly stable hand in the East. In a bid to p
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