Valley Crossroads
The instant Knight Dota awakens, it already seemed late in the morning for her despair; she had uncountable deeds and missions from her Order to accomplish on that day, all of them precisely specified in several parchments, rigorously callygraphed and sealed.
Addora Panaplios jumped from her bed, finding herself immediatly in the way of the scrolls organized in old wooden shelters, just when she realised she wasn't in her minuscule loaned appartment...! And such a bit late discovery cost her a red knot on her forehead, for she had hit directly a low-set, solid wooden roofbeam inapropriatedly disposed in the passage. “Ow!!” Screamed her in pain; but the small injury was nothing if compared to the very seizing she was submersed in, as she stared around herself in a strange and unknown place, while she couldn't grasp a single memory of sleeping last night in that smooth and profound bed.
Actually, she was in a country side pitoresque house: small and rustic, although well maintained; a chalet apparently. Shining yellowish sunrays from the clear morning penetrated the high, squared windows, revealing the unlikely lackness of suspension dust flowing in that ambiance.
Addora Panaplios jumped from her bed, finding herself immediatly in the way of the scrolls organized in old wooden shelters, just when she realised she wasn't in her minuscule loaned appartment...! And such a bit late discovery cost her a red knot on her forehead, for she had hit directly a low-set, solid wooden roofbeam inapropriatedly disposed in the passage. “Ow!!” Screamed her in pain; but the small injury was nothing if compared to the very seizing she was submersed in, as she stared around herself in a strange and unknown place, while she couldn't grasp a single memory of sleeping last night in that smooth and profound bed.
Actually, she was in a country side pitoresque house: small and rustic, although well maintained; a chalet apparently. Shining yellowish sunrays from the clear morning penetrated the high, squared windows, revealing the unlikely lackness of suspension dust flowing in that ambiance.
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