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<p>The beautiful caretaker of my family often told me stories. From powerful heroes, hateful villains, fluffy beastman, comedic dwarves, rich nobles, mighty dragons, witty gnomes, mischievous fairies and more. I adored all her stories as the characters came to life through her hilarious narrations.</p> <p>One night, after finishing telling her new stories. She stared at me, her pupils shifting hue from crimson to a mystifying lilac, as her lips curled into a beam. The room fell silent, the cool spring wind crept through the open windows. The sweet wind caressing my face.</p> <p>Bereft from any of its fetters, the wind whispered to the trees, its leaves like an orchestra playing a waltzing tempo for its audience.</p> <p>It was odd, as if nature itself seemed to be waiting for her words, acknowledging her existence.</p> <p>It felt like we had arrived at a different place, a land full of unknown and mysteries.</p> <p>In a soft hum, she then asked me.</p> <p>"Little master, did you know elves didn't always have pointed ears?"</p> <p>Aug. 3, 2019 - Note: Going to resign from my work soon. Currently doing the turnover of papers while studying. I'll do another rewrite for this series since I feel like I am wasting the potential of the novel. So I'm going for a hiatus. Sorry, I'll come back to writing again after finishing the RRL pieces of stuff.</p>
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