The young woman hurriedly walked up the stairs leading to the headmaster’s office, the warm sunlight shimmering through her auburn hair from the tall paned windows in the stairwell, glinting off her white masquerade mask under the delicate lace veil covering the entirety of her face. She reaches the top floor and takes the fewContinue reading “Lenore’s Plight”
Where I spill my ideas on a new world of magic.
World of Dezengarth 