

Dusk of Lallivine: Chapter TwoThe moonlight glittered through Artisin's open window. She figured that it had to be about eight o'clock, since she got home at around five-thirty. She turned her head to look at her glowing alarm clock. It read eleven-fifteen. A light wind blew through her room as she mustered the energy to sit up. She noticed that there was a small note that rested on top of a large leather-bound book at the end of her bed. Other than her light frame and the intimidating piece of literature, her bed coverings were left undisturbed. She reached for the note as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, and she decided that it wasn't light enough to read by. Note inDusk of Lallivine: Chapter Two


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Victor stood at the edge of the small city, staring at its wonder. The lights had been lit up for hours now, and he wasnt going to tempt his fate by trying to enter. He could hear the merriment and the celebration that was happening all throughout the streets. It was loud, and almost obnoxious, but only to him. The river rushed beside him, and the trees waved in the wind. The woods had always been there, it was the city that trespassed. Victor turned around and followed the small dirt pathway into the woods. The full moon shown above him through the trees and told of tales so old, that only the wind co