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"You know you love her, right?" The dead carcass is no longer appetizing. "Stop, Bastian." He says nothing more about my bride. I eat but only because I refuse to waste the life of the deer. I cannot love her. We spend the remainder of our time discussing rumors of a chalice that Bastian began searching for many centuries ago. The legend says it belonged to Belus, son of Poseidon. I would give my left nut to get my hands on it before Bastian. Not because of whom it belonged to but because Bastian covets the piece, which makes it a greater acquisition.

look " I'm so sorry you had to witness that but let me assure you, that's a step in her recovery, she needed someone to talk to, and you did the very best, she was dying, she was in a deep sleep where she was dying slowly, she needed someone to call her back the world of life and when you talked to her, she seems to have realised that she was going the wrong way, she turned back and after turning back, she saw you in her world that's why she mumbled your name, she was shaking because she was scared, and when she asked for water, she had fought enough to be here, she was dying and her throat had suddenly become dry, that cooled her down and she came back to life, all thanks to you Kyle you di

Her eyes travel further afield, to the heart of the forest, where a nimbus of brilliant silver blooms in the shadows. She smiles as the cold wind tugs on her hair, and she sends a tune out along the breeze, towards the silvery light. The oldest song she can remember. A lullaby. Soon, she’ll be free. She’ll destroy it. Music made magic, the chain unbroken for a thousand years. All the players are assembled. The hour is late. The first move is hers. Let the game begin. Author’s Note Hi! I’m Saskia Snow, the author of Fable. The saga continues with Book Two, Lullaby.

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"Hello Princess" *****************************************

Her strawberry blonde hair, usually a wild halo, seemed to literally bounce around her face, framing those wide, baby blue eyes that were practically shining with all the excitement of a kid on Christmas morning. I just shrugged, nudging a stray oat flake with my spoon. “Meh.” Her bouncing stopped abruptly, as if I’d hit a secret off-switch. Her eyes rounded, going full anime-disbelief. "Meh? Meh?! How could you be so cavalier about doing something so monumental? I mean, today we get to practice magic, Genesis! Not just read about it in dusty old textbooks or memorize endless lists of spells and potions. This is the real deal!"

John probed gently, wanting to understand the tale hidden behind those haunted eyes. The girl suddenly looked up, her dark eyes meeting John's as she started her story. "The campsite had been unattended for almost two days," she began, her voice tinged with exhaustion. "I thought someone had abandoned it, and I was desperate. I've been running for days. A pack of wolves attacked the village that my skulk and I were a part of. They were searching for something or someone," she explained, her voice filled with trepidation. "My mama managed to communicate through the link, urging me to hide and run," she finished, a hint of unshed tears glistening in her eyes.

She scoured ancient texts and scrolls, searching for any hint of forgotten power or hidden strength. Hours passed, and Lola's eyes burned from reading by candlelight. Just as she was about to give up, she stumbled upon a dusty, leather-bound tome. The title faded, but she could make out the words "Beast of Gévaudan." Her heart raced as she flipped through the pages, reading about an ancient and powerful creature that once terrorized the lands. The spells within promised immense strength and near invincibility, but they also carried dire warnings of the cost.

Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this? The golden beast lumbered toward them, then stopped directly in front of Drago, letting out a low growl, steam puffing from it’s huge nostrils. When Drago growled in return, Madchen jumped, trying to free herself from Drago’s grip, but he wasn’t letting her go.