Little One

[Mimickry]

A Promise,
Is A Promise.

From The Sky,

Unto My Arms.

 

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Though it took some time.

My promise is kept.

I shall foster the Little Ones.

The Outcasts of Alfheim,

Ill-likely to be welcomed back to their original home.

By my side, now they dance.

My children.

Forsaken of the Sky.

No longer, need you wander aimlessly.

No longer, need you be lost.

No longer, shall you be without guidance.

No longer, shall you be alone.

For I have kept my promise,

And now you are in

The Wispmother's Arms.

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