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Chapter The Roots (Pt. 2c) 

Word count: 5869
Released on: Aug. 11, 2024, 11:23 p.m.
Last edited: Oct. 14, 2024, 8:50 p.m.
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Her back hurt terribly. Mrsha sat up slowly, and met the eyes of the last Harpy Queen.
Her back hurt terribly. Mrsha sat up slowly, and met the eyes of the last Harpy Queen.
The eyes of the imperious Sheta, the final ruler of the Empire of Harpies, were vast. In her final years, she had grown beyond even the size of a house; she seemed as large as The Wandering Inn, and heavy.
The eyes of the imperious Sheta, the final ruler of the Empire of Harpies, were vast. In her final years, she had grown beyond even the size of a house; she seemed as large as The Wandering Inn, and heavy.
The statue of her in the [Garden of Sanctuary] had been of a far-younger Harpy Queen, dignified yet eager, filled with promises of youth and ambition. The stone image of her here, in an echoing courtyard surrounded by hallways and doors, was silent.
The statue of her in the [Garden of Sanctuary] had been of a far-younger Harpy Queen, dignified yet eager, filled with promises of youth and ambition. The stone image of her here, in an echoing courtyard surrounded by hallways and doors, was silent.
The statue of her in the [Garden of Sanctuary] had been of a far-younger Harpy Queen, dignified yet eager, filled with promises of youth and ambition. The stone image of her here, in an echoing courtyard surrounded by hallways and doors, was silent.
A Human’s face, Mrsha realized. Or Human…enough. The Harpy Queen had probably looked like a woman with wings instead of arms at the beginning. But as she grew, her avian side had changed the neat proportions of her body.
A Human’s face, Mrsha realized. Or Human…enough. The Harpy Queen had probably looked like a woman with wings instead of arms at the beginning. But as she grew, her avian side had changed the neat proportions of her body.
Her eyes were huge in her head, avian, and one claw could have picked up Moore effortlessly. Her hair had ceased to be thin strands; each fiber was like mooring rope running back along her head or rising like a mane.
When she flew, she would die. Without knowing how or why, Mrsha knew in her heart that she gazed upon the Empress of Harpies in the last moments of her life. As she had stood in this palace, this secret place known only to her, before departing.
When she flew, she would die. Without knowing how or why, Mrsha knew in her heart that she gazed upon the Empress of Harpies in the last moments of her life. As she had stood in this palace, this secret place known only to her, before departing.
Mrsha’s head turned, and she looked about a courtyard with a single, vast stained-glass window shedding light across her and the statue.
A bronze Dragon was flying, breathing purple flames over a palace set into the side of a single, gigantic mountain. Harpies flew around the Dragonlord of Flames, and Mrsha blinked at the familiar eyes he had.
It took her only a moment. Then the girl had it. She looked up and could not see the place she’d fallen from. But if she had gone through the [Garden of Sanctuary]
It took her only a moment. Then the girl had it. She looked up and could not see the place she’d fallen from. But if she had gone through the [Garden of Sanctuary]…
This was no [Pavilion of Secrets]. One look up at the statue, though, and she had to imagine this place belonged to Erin…
This was no [Pavilion of Secrets]. One look up at the statue, though, and she had to imagine this place belonged to Erin
No. It would belong to Erin. This was, then, the place referenced in the writing at the end of the [Gardens of Sanctuary].
No. It would belong to Erin. This was, then, the place referenced in the writing at the end of the [Gardens of Sanctuary].
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