Once lived an old man with is hideous monstrosity of a daughter.
The man a figure known for his tales to give a hearty laugh to his audience.
It never once hurt anyone. Well....it never did, till it landed him in the dungeon of the king to be, charged with perjury, and to be aquited, his daughter must prove she is what her father says she is...See MoreOnce lived an old man with is hideous monstrosity of a daughter.
The man a figure known for his tales to give a hearty laugh to his audience.
It never once hurt anyone. Well....it never did, till it landed him in the dungeon of the king to be, charged with perjury, and to be aquited, his daughter must prove she is what her father says she is, but being fair is already out of the question. Now she must prove she can weave gold, which of course, she can't.
Out from the corners of the darkness comes a not so little man-cat....thing to help...but at what cost? The cost of something pretty of course, an item dear to your heart, hand it over and let's begin.
Into a world different from this world we go. A quest for unquestionable proof of a successful trade, to emerge with a "lighter" spirit.
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" You need proof. A receipt so the transaction stays permanent and my sincerest apology because this "proof" cannot be gotten from just anywhere, it is a soul in your mind. Many souls lay in you, each soul has a home, but only the divine have all their souls intact and properly placed, to have proof from a transaction, especially with a divine one, you would have to return a lost soul home. I wish you luck on your mission for you are only half way through Acura." With a flick of her wrist, the green mist carried her and threw them through the door, the last Acura saw of Lady Luck.
