Violet Embers: The Forgotten One

at the last moment turn into princesses; perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see u

Rilke, Letters

along carts and closing stalls as the sunsets against the bright orange horizon. As the last of the lanterns go out and every villager drifts off into sl

ing the villagers from slumber. Before the first man could grab a sword, he was struck down.

dreams of staring down from the clouds as she glides through the air were soon to be interrupted. Not by the yells of her brother as he fights off a warrior or the arms of

second roar that the thick pale lashes of the girl’s eyes part, revealing icy blue orbs that s

how she wishes to