Still, a thousand leagues to go...
Poetry is the most constructive conduit to let out your feelings,My pain, anger, hurt and joy...Previously known as 'Verity'…
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The Service
It didn't matter if you were a royal or a peasant, the moment you saw the mark you had to make sure the Chosen one was at the temple in Aarya on her seventeenth year of life. There was no running away or hiding. You had to follow the mark for the The Service knew. They always knew.…