Heyy! I just wrote this. It’s how Justin Moorland felt through the quests. It’s quite jittery but I hope you enjoy.
“My name is Justin Moorland, my name is Justin Moorland, my name is Justin Moorland,” I think to myself, trying to stop the realms of fabrication draw a curtain over reality. Coming home to my father had been the easy bit. Every moment I was jolted back to my previous life. I awoke every night screaming as images of the horrible things I’d done with my Grandfather and he’d done to me surfaced. I NEEDED this help from the druids. It wouldn’t be like it had been at Dark Core and, I could trust you right? You would never hurt me. I have heard of Elizabeth before. She’s a hippie up in Valedale that still believes in the old ways. But you speak softy to her and she speaks softy back. I’m glad my Father isn’t allowed to come. I want him as far away from this madness as possible. I see Elizabeth walking up the path and feel everything starting to go fuzzy. I. Really. Can’t. Think. I sort of lose it then. I was just a boy living in a stable and now there are secret stone circles. Of course. Of course! I tell you so and you offer me a ride up to it on your horse. I nod, mounting up and nodding goodbye to my father. As the horse moves under me, I feel safe - secure. Riding reminds me of times with my father. Care free times, frolicking in the sun at the beach when I hadn’t a care in the world. Besides impressing Loretta, of course. A blinding flash happens before I feel the world go calm around me. Suddenly, everything makes sense and I am at one with myself before we’ve arrived in the strangest - no - one of the strangest places I’ve been in. There’s a..talking squirrel who says he wants to arrest me. A talking squirrel?! “Why am I talking to a talking squirrel?” I ask. He yells back saying that that that will affect my sentence. I laugh. A talking squirrel. Magic. Portals. It was all too much. Men with hidden faces start to leave me away. Hidden faces. Dark Riders. Dark Core. No. No. NO! They can’t. They can’t do this to me. “Please, please, please,” I beg but they do no heed. We walk away from you, away from the soul riders and away from good. I feel the fabrication of Garnok, of evil, take over. Please. Save me.
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Li Silentland
Hello!Welcome to my little space on the large internet where I can share my thoughts, views and fanfics! I am you 'normal' teenaged girl, who loves writing, gaming and horses. I've played Star Stable online since 1st June 2014 and I am currently a level 20 player on Cupcake Valley where I hang about with Frosty Roses and my 18 pixel horses! Disclaimer: All images and anything else to do with this blog are taken in the game Star Stable Online produced by Star Stable Entertainment AB. I have nothing to do with Star Stable and own none of their graphics. But I can tell you it is a great game and you should play it!
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