The Otherworldly King by Felipe Pan Glamorgan, c. 530 A.D. Gildas stared intently at the piece of parchment lying on his candle-lit table and sighed. Every other pupil had already retired to their dormitories, leaving the dark corridors of the monastery of Cor Tewdws eerily silent. The smell of clay
Otherworld Calling by Elsa Marie Edmond Heart laid bare, tattered and torn With no more fight inside; Dark cold soul lost and forlorn Drowning by the incoming tide. A soul alas from foreign lands Hidden from this plane; Pale skinned and frozen hands Fading as the life force drains.
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