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Wanderer and Maiden from SnowIt has been many years since the wanderer left the land of ice and snow, leaving behind all his, we few could be called friends. He traveled across the country to the land of heat and sand. Years later while starting his newest life he sensed a difference in the air.Wanderer and Maiden from Snow
The wanderer never truly forgets his past, for if one forgets, one never learns, this was the creed he lived by. There was someone in his past that he never forgot, for he was constantly reminded of, she was his truest friend and made the cold bearable. Her golden hair blowing in the breeze, her sweet voice carried on the wind, singing, calling to h


The Wanderer of FateHe stood upon the mountain top looking over the lights of the city. His blond hair and black leather trench coat billowing in the cool breeze of the moonless night. Kicking at a rock protruding out of the ground with his steel-toe combat boots he fiddles around his coat pocket, feeling the velvet lined of a small box he wraps his fingers around debating whether or not to throw it off the mountain.The Wanderer of Fate
His cheeks glow red of anger. "What did I do wrong?" He tightens the grip on the small box, feeling the hinges start to give way he quickly releases it not wanting to ruin it or the prize held inside it. Sighing he runs his fingers thro
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"Oh! A.. cactus!" The girl replied, reluctantly accepting the prickley present with a forced smile.
Great, she thought, the gift that keeps on sucking.
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"Oh! A.. cactus!" The girl replied, reluctantly accepting the prickley present with a forced smile.
Great, she thought, the gift that keeps on sucking.
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