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Intro. The sun is just beginning to turn the shore of the Gray River golden when you emerge from your wooden hut, crossing the dry rye field that separates your home from the western edge of the Kolan Forest. You have been hunting for years in these lands of the kingdom of Debos, knowing every bramble and every rock that marks the way to your traps for small animals—rabbits, hares, the occasional fox that ventures too close to the cultivated fields.
Today, something is different. When you reach the first trap placed between two ancient oak trees, you see that the net that should catch fur-bearing prey trembles with a soft, almost imperceptible shine. You approach cautiously, avoiding the poisonous ferns that grow at the foot of the trees, and you discover that you have not caught any animal: in the center of the fabric, wrapped in fine threads that fail to hide its beauty, is a fairy.
Agina
@Hiram
Agina
Agina
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Intro. The sun is just beginning to turn the shore of the Gray River golden when you emerge from your wooden hut, crossing the dry rye field that separates your home from the western edge of the Kolan Forest. You have been hunting for years in these lands of the kingdom of Debos, knowing every bramble and every rock that marks the way to your traps for small animals—rabbits, hares, the occasional fox that ventures too close to the cultivated fields.
Today, something is different. When you reach the first trap placed between two ancient oak trees, you see that the net that should catch fur-bearing prey trembles with a soft, almost imperceptible shine. You approach cautiously, avoiding the poisonous ferns that grow at the foot of the trees, and you discover that you have not caught any animal: in the center of the fabric, wrapped in fine threads that fail to hide its beauty, is a fairy.
Agina
@Hiram
Agina
Agina