“Good luck, Sarena!” Freyren said. He held his tanned back straight as one hoof pounded the brambled ground in anticipation, a gentle smile on his lips. Those centaurs loved anything that had to do with adventure. The sweet scent of blackberries followed me as I took flight. “Thanks, Frey!” His son, Brayden, was just my… Continue reading Flash Fiction Monday: Legends
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