Dusty, but clean, like the smell of time. It reminds me of old trees or old tree forts. It smells like my grandpa's leather couch. It smells like money that had passed many hands. And you can only smell it in the first moment it is released from the truly ancient beings. You slowly pull its tattered self off of the wood stacks and dust flutters in a ray of sun light that just passed in through the window. You look at the spine and glance at the words, then slowly open the front cover and feel the spine wrinkle in your fingers as you slide it into one palm. Then you flip through the pages. They fan out in a monotype and whispers and cracks as if daring you to look. That is the moment the smell floats past and it fills you with a promise from another world.
The letter arrived early in the morning after the second wave of forced combat had just ended. I forgot to mention that the Wood is the Warrior kingdom for all of Ameruireal. Battles between regions inside Ameruireal are seldom and battles inside Wood even less. When there are, it is my job to keep the defensive or neutral villas in tact. My eldest sister is the Negotiator for Ruir issues (outside of the Wood). Second oldest, and dearest is negotiator for issues inside Wood itself. My brothers fight in their own villas. Four villas for four brothers. The other eight are under the care of the Outstanding warriors from the combat tournaments. They make up the Twelve Villas. While i was finishing Gavin to the ground, i heard the messenger laughing as he made his way to the thrown room. The outer lying regions are entertained when watching our women fight our men. Their women wear gowns heavier than my armor and THEY 'swoon'. Watching me destroy Gavin is nothing new to the other...
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