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…a kingdom right on the shore, surrounded by gray mountains and bright green meadows. ‘Tis a place filled with fine castles born from the ocean, itself. The very walls are made of limestone and pearls, thick and heavy, a glistening, natural fortress soaked in golden sunlight. No man could calculate its worth, because it exceeds all of nature’s wealth. It is a great miracle, a grand dream not of our world. It is a beacon, a strong, gleaming lighthouse guiding great ships home. I dare not describe it more, for my words do not do it justice…

Child, even the mightiest men are afraid to die. Don't go believing that heroes never falter, that brave men never fear. 'Tis a dangerous lie. Even the strongest sometimes stumble. Even the courageous sometimes run.

Clutching the claw around his neck, Fawn pushed away the dungeon of hatred. Goodness had a great truth, too, and that was sacrifice. It was something darkness could never understand, for it was entrenched with precious treasures like love.

Fawn and Gabriel stared at her in wonder, for only passionate dreams could ignite a timid soul.

Fawn knew no matter what he did, no matter how hard he tried, Willow would never know she was beautiful. Even if he climbed the highest mountain and shouted it across the world, she would never believe the truth.

Fawn supposed Black's treaty had been made long ago. He was tall and unwavering, like one of the shaded lighthouses scattered across Cadoett's waters. How many ships were still lost? How many sailors never made it home? Black was resolute, and the mountain appeared to empower him.

He never wanted to be king, and it was that very trait that made him a great king. It was the characteristic comprising all extraordinary leaders.

He never wanted to be king, and it was that very trait that made him a great king. It was the characteristic comprising all extraordinary leaders. To Black, power, fame and wealth were meaningless, like grains of sand spilling through his fingers. It wasn't pride that drove him to the throne, but honor. He had to do it, simply because it was right.

He was aware that darkness could take root in pristine gardens, and even good men could fall to shadow.

It is said that long ago a humble warrior defeated death, giving hope to mankind.

It seemed to Fawn, some people were worth standing up for, no matter how odd or peculiar they may be, because in the end, virtue is all that matters

It was a glistening citadel of limestone, hard and smooth with creamy whites and speckled grays. This was, no doubt, the place mighty kings called home, and with awe, it stole Fawn’s breath away.

Like a simple wildflower, standing strong through rain, wind and hail, love, finally, had its way, and it was content.

My heart, it yearns for Cadoett, blessed kingdom by the sea. Though far away, I’m sent to roam, my soul it sings, ‘my city–my home, my city–my home.

Perhaps Cadoett was just a splendid tomb, and the ocean was a tender songbird humming a noble tale.

Somewhere in the far away distance, the briny, laughing sees of Cadoett rejoiced with a new heart-filled tune and beckoned sleepy eternity. Like intrepid, passionate sailors, two new lovers boldly faced everlasting, silver oceans of unfathomable mystique and sailed away toward love’s sweet shores.

Their souls were one and the same and had been that way since before the ages.

Tis a miserable thing to turn a soul into something it is not.

What is a warrior anyway?' Black breathed. 'Being brave doesn’t make you good. I suppose there are warriors for both dark and light.