Little Mischievous Red Riding Hood
The ashes, however, strewn, sodding the calf-skin mat but what shocked Blanchett was when it moved on its own, dancing in the whiff of the wind, creating a figure.
They both looked closely and then exchanged glances.
“What could that mean, Old Zelda?”
The old woman stooped, trying to trace her aged forefinger to the runes and the ashes.
“This speaks that someone who was shaped like your daughter tried to harm her, but she succeeded in escaping it, and this one,” she turned to the ashes which took shape into a huge bird but Blanchett could only see it in normal sight.
But Grand Zelda was seeing it much deeper than what it seemed. “This shadow is after your daughter, a Gyfu, your daughter attr
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