ayumiangel

In a forgotten time, when myth and magic were the core of life, there was a land of Realms.  Within these Realms, men and women lived, loved and fought for themselves, for each other and for glory.  This is the tale of Thylin and Valinor's Realm. The sun broke over the eastern ridge, flooding the plains below in a glorious wash of crimson light.  It's first rays crept up to the ancient castle, sliding over hewn stone and slipping into casement windows.  In some, it caused the inhabitants to roll over, grumbling for a few more moments of blissful sleep, but in one, it landed upon an angry visage.  Valinor, First Lord of *insert Land name here