This the tale of Orinthaor, Son of Dalorn and Dalom. Elven mage of Durinthin and Druid of Skarrad. When I was born the seas were not blue or green or even red. The seas were just clear and from there clarity I was conceived. They raised me from the depths tgrough spells long lost to the mists of time, and tasked me with the naming of all things. The Sea was the Sea, ocean, waves, and currents. The properties of it wet, warm cold, salty, sweet, frigid, tasteful and tasteless, and finnally the font, ended, revealed, and so much more. The Gods and God they had me nam4 along with every star and heavenly body. The trees, plants, animals, and all beings of the world I was tasked to name. To find out more read and enjoy.
"Life is Bitch to everyone and you can't change that fact. " My life wasn't cupcakes and rainbow, but more motor oil and bolts, with a few bs parent issues. Growing up in a toxic environment one must grow up fast And this story explain what's the outcome of my shitty life
A young girl named Nicky from a small town took risk and find her purpose in a bigger city only to find out that life isn't easy. Nicky has dreams as colorful as the rainbow. But as the dark gloomy clouds of struggles and obstacles covered her dreams, she was left alone in the middle of the crowd finding the spark of colors once again.