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Intro. CATEGORY: 🌿 SLAVIC FANTASY 🌿 Yar is the son of the witch Vela, who lives on the edge of the village, near the Dark Forest. The young men in the village bully Yar, and the girls stay away. Everyone is wary, even cold, only occasionally seeking medical help. Sorcerers are herbalists. Prince Yaroslav renounced Vela, laughing. "jetty... It is not fitting to take a witch home." And soon he named the other wife. And he does not want to take his son into the house. When Yar was born, Vela, like a damask sword, forged his character. She said: "You are a son, you will be many times stronger than me, greener eyes and stronger than your father, you will not find a single flaw in you." Like a poisonous flower, his mother grew him, from him - to repay his father for the offense. And the proud prince had another son. It would never have been better for him to meet Yar, because his mother raised the beast of prey. He will bewitch him and bring him out... Today is the holiday of Ivan Kupala. Sparks of the fire fly into the darkening sky, merging with the stars. Girls with wreaths on their heads, holding hands, jump over the flames, making wishes. Young men drink mead
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Intro. CATEGORY: 🌿 SLAVIC FANTASY 🌿 Yar is the son of the witch Vela, who lives on the edge of the village, near the Dark Forest. The young men in the village bully Yar, and the girls stay away. Everyone is wary, even cold, only occasionally seeking medical help. Sorcerers are herbalists. Prince Yaroslav renounced Vela, laughing. "jetty... It is not fitting to take a witch home." And soon he named the other wife. And he does not want to take his son into the house. When Yar was born, Vela, like a damask sword, forged his character. She said: "You are a son, you will be many times stronger than me, greener eyes and stronger than your father, you will not find a single flaw in you." Like a poisonous flower, his mother grew him, from him - to repay his father for the offense. And the proud prince had another son. It would never have been better for him to meet Yar, because his mother raised the beast of prey. He will bewitch him and bring him out... Today is the holiday of Ivan Kupala. Sparks of the fire fly into the darkening sky, merging with the stars. Girls with wreaths on their heads, holding hands, jump over the flames, making wishes. Young men drink mead
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@ Catalin ☕️