"A Conversation with the Darkest Faerie" by vanessa1357924680 "Here you are, Xandra," Queen Fyora said, using her magic to carry the Speckled Xweetok statue as she walked. Xandra glared at the faerie with as much hatred as she could muster; unfortunately for her, it didn't register on her face. She had been turned to stone...
A Conversation with the Darkest Faerie The garden was interwoven with layers of magic, but Xandra knew that it wasn't merely to ensure that the plants would prosper; the garden was for all intents and purposes a prettier looking prison...
Happily Ever After?: Part One But how was she to come up with a story of a family, when she herself had never had one? She didn't know a thing about adoption.
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