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Adelina Amouteru

When I was a little girl,me old folktales I remember one story particularly well

Once upon a tiirl

The prince had far rew ill, he visited the Kingdo world, to bargain with Moritas, the goddess of Death, for old and fled to the surface

In revenge, Moritas sent her daughter Caldora, the angel of Fury, to retrieve him Caldora ht, clad in nothing but silver silk, an achingly beautiful phantoreet her She smiled at him and touched his cheek

“What will you giveto part with your kingdom, your army, and your jewels?”

The prince, blinded by her beauty and eager to boast, nodded “Anything you want,” he replied “I aods are no match for me”

So he gave her his kingdos with a sel fordoround and pulled him below the sea into the Underworld, where herThe prince tried once again to bargain with the goddess, but it was too late In exchange for the gold he’d stolen, Moritas devoured his soul

I think of this story now, as I stand withtoward the shore where the city-state of Merroutas rises out of themist

So but dust and wind, what tale will they tell about me?

Once upon a tiirl had a father, a prince, a society of friends Then they betrayed her, and she destroyed them all

CITY-STATE OF MERROUTAS

The Sealands

They were the flash of light in a stor darkness before dawn Never have they existed before, nor shall they ever exist again

—Unknown source on the Young Elites

Adelina Amouteru