I assure you, if it weren't for the Kernal Post, you wouldn't be receiving this letter at all.
Mythology
The Children of Geborrin, Verse 93
He saw clearly. His breath was ragged. His heart raced. But he saw clearly...
The Children of Geborrin, Verse 88
The sun was disappearing behind the mountains in the distance, but they had cornered it.
The Children of Geborrin, Verse 86
Geborrin Charged forward, Wissen close on his heels. The fear was different this time. Familiar. It didn't paralyze him.
The Children of Geborrin, Verse 85
He couldn't see, but he could feel. The child was fast, nimble. Up a branch. Behind a leaf. Around the Tree...
The Children of Geborrin, Verse 83
Wissen followed his father closely, saying little, but his very presence was pleasant.
The Children of Geborrin, Verse 81
"Where did you come from?" The man put a hand over his heart. "My name is Wissen. My flower bloomed when it became necessary. I knew you would need my help." Geborrin listened to his heart, and knew that this was good. -Frederic the Lesser Image by Valentin Sabau from Pixabay
The Children of Geborrin, Verse 80
Geborrin looked up at his son. He was not made like his other children, nor did his bloom come at Geborrin's approach.
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