Tallo's Magic
By: Saphirerose
Disclaimer: Tallo belongs to the talented Mercedes Lackey and I am only playing with her character.
~ Thoughts
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Prologue
A dirty brown haired boy looked into the gray-blue river. Few ever came to this place, because many of the villagers feared the forest and the many evils it was said to possess.
~ I have seen none of this. This place is quiet and peaceful, my own sanctuary from life. ~
Looking closer at the water, he looked for some outward sign of what made him so different from all the other villagers and found none. He had the same dirty brown hair and dark brown colored eyes He had the soft muscles that came from all his hard work in the fields though he did have a build that was more delicate than considered manly. He even had the light tan that hinted at all the hours he spent in the sun working the fields. Perhaps the only difference that was truly revealed was his eyes weren't quite as dead as all the villagers. Religious duty and the field ruled their lives. While, much to his family's shame, his was ruled by the beauty of the world around him.
By: Saphirerose
Disclaimer: Tallo belongs to the talented Mercedes Lackey and I am only playing with her character.
~ Thoughts
" Speech _______________________________________________________________
Prologue
A dirty brown haired boy looked into the gray-blue river. Few ever came to this place, because many of the villagers feared the forest and the many evils it was said to possess.
~ I have seen none of this. This place is quiet and peaceful, my own sanctuary from life. ~
Looking closer at the water, he looked for some outward sign of what made him so different from all the other villagers and found none. He had the same dirty brown hair and dark brown colored eyes He had the soft muscles that came from all his hard work in the fields though he did have a build that was more delicate than considered manly. He even had the light tan that hinted at all the hours he spent in the sun working the fields. Perhaps the only difference that was truly revealed was his eyes weren't quite as dead as all the villagers. Religious duty and the field ruled their lives. While, much to his family's shame, his was ruled by the beauty of the world around him.