Wanwa estela
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
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998
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Category:
Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
998
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Wanwa estela
This story is my own; each character was created by me. Most of these characters were inspired by people I know. This story is currently a work in progress and is subject to errors. I\'m currently in search of a new beta, my original one seems to of disappeared. If anyone is interested in filling this role please email me at bloody_footsteps@yahoo.com
This story will contain some N/C sex as well as M/M relations. If this offends you please do not read. However, I do welcome flames and constructive criticism. Please review!
This story was recently edited. I tried to make it a bit easier to read.
Prologue:
As he look over the grave of his last loved one he couldn’t help but remember his lover’s thoughts. Happiness was something that he felt willing, life was always worth living to him. But now as he stands there surrounded by the people that think they know him, he can’t help but wonder is he right? When you watch the last of your kind become part of the earth you lose hope.
His eyes drift around the small crowd of people. He’s the only one to wear black, to show respect for the ones he has lost. A small headstone marks his lovers grave, and although he wished for the tallest stone in this place of death he wanted to blend.
He remembers a dream he had when he was a small child, standing in this very spot. Everything at that time was a blur, all he could see were white crosses spread across a field, and the winds from the ocean calming what nerves he had left. The names that marked those graves were unreadable, but he felt it was important. When he awoke he told his parent about it, which they brushed off. In time he forgot about the dream but he still never imaged this happen, despite the visions and warnings. He never thought he’d be alone.
So he will take you back to a life where technology has not come to play, where elves were not a fairy tale but a part of life, when war and death were just a nightmare. He will take you to the start of his tragic story.
This story will contain some N/C sex as well as M/M relations. If this offends you please do not read. However, I do welcome flames and constructive criticism. Please review!
This story was recently edited. I tried to make it a bit easier to read.
Prologue:
As he look over the grave of his last loved one he couldn’t help but remember his lover’s thoughts. Happiness was something that he felt willing, life was always worth living to him. But now as he stands there surrounded by the people that think they know him, he can’t help but wonder is he right? When you watch the last of your kind become part of the earth you lose hope.
His eyes drift around the small crowd of people. He’s the only one to wear black, to show respect for the ones he has lost. A small headstone marks his lovers grave, and although he wished for the tallest stone in this place of death he wanted to blend.
He remembers a dream he had when he was a small child, standing in this very spot. Everything at that time was a blur, all he could see were white crosses spread across a field, and the winds from the ocean calming what nerves he had left. The names that marked those graves were unreadable, but he felt it was important. When he awoke he told his parent about it, which they brushed off. In time he forgot about the dream but he still never imaged this happen, despite the visions and warnings. He never thought he’d be alone.
So he will take you back to a life where technology has not come to play, where elves were not a fairy tale but a part of life, when war and death were just a nightmare. He will take you to the start of his tragic story.