BUT I restarted it as the story that I think it was supposed to be all along so I am proud to present
... *drumroll please*....
FOR BRIGHTLY SHE BURNS (formerly Children of the Sun and Moon)
Date: Monday, March 12, 2018
Words Written: 2,252
Words Total: 4,060
Music: Sweet Dreams (A Wrinkle In Time Trailer Song) ft. Dresage
Fave Passage:
There were ten gods in the Pantheon of Trectoros, each with their own kingdom. Devany was in the center, as was fitting I suppose, in the dry desert climate and a palace made of gold. Then there was Strata with her schools of logic, Perclarion and his brothels, Grera with her fields, Rhys hidden in his mountains, and Seron, doing whatever the hell the God of Trickery does. At the farthest points of the compass were Huron in the south with his jungles and dense forests and the greatest hunters on the continent; Fost in the north, the island surrounded by waves so rough they were said to break ships completely in half; Egon to the east, a collection of islands and people who were rumored to be able to breath underwater; and then finally Oron to the west, where there once stood a grand temple made of white stone that shone in the moonlight and where stars used to fall to the earth and dance. Or so the stories went.
Happy Writing!
Jasmine
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