The Girl Who Bore the Flame Ring

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer. And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought… — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: The Girl Who Bore the Flame Ring — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠