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Fighters on the Stormy Sea: Epilogue
The dark clouds have dispersed and the sea breeze is caressing the sea. The frozen sea has returned to its former tranquility. So ends the unprecedented crisis. 'It's over.' Freya dropped her sword and said tiredly. 'Well…is there anything else we should be? Or, is there anything else I can do for you? ' Franco asked. 'No, that’s it. Anyway, I appreciate your help, Franco, on behalf of Northern Vale. You're a brave warrior,' said Freya, patting Franco on the shoulder. This made Franco feel proud. He then asked, 'I mean, if at all possible, can we go out sometime? Could be a port, tavern or hilltop, anywhere.' 'I guess so.' Freya answered without hesitation. 'Really?' Franco asked anxiously. 'No, don't even think about that.' Freya punched Franco lightly on the shoulder, then smiled because of her odd sense of humor. It’s a smile that’s rarely seen on her face. In the light of the setting sun, the Valkyrie raised the sa...
Treant Protector
Far to the west, in the mountains beyond the Vale of Augury, lie the remains of an ancient power, a fount of eldritch energy nestled deep in the high woods. It is said that the things that grow here, grow strangely. To the forces of nature this is a sacred place, made to stay hidden and unknown. Many are the traps and dangers of this land. There are all-consuming grasses, crossbred fauna and poisonous flowers, but none are so fierce as the mighty Treant Protectors. These ageless, titanic beings, charged with keeping the peace in this dangerous land, ensure that none within encroach without reason, and none without poach their secrets. For time untold they tended to their holy ground, uninterrupted, only dimly aware of the changing world beyond. Yet inevitably the wider world grew aware of this untamed land, and with each passing winter the outsiders grew bolder. Soon they arrived with tools to cut and with flames to burn, and often the Treants would ponder: who are these fragile, indus...
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