This story is a sequel to Legacies
The fire and darkness and thunder seemed to whisper it will always get you, in the end, no matter how fast you fly, how strong you are- the storm is faster, the storm is stronger.
Dawn breathed back, caught in a strange moment cocooned from time, lit but the aureate glow of the fire-seized poles. "I am the storm."
Dawn Leaper has been terrified of thunder storms her whole life.
But now, it's finally time to confront her fear, in what could be a matter of life and death.
(Rated Teen for swearing.)
Oh my god this was fucking so wholesome. I loved the imagery and the mother-daughter bonding.
We fucking stan the filly who flew through fire.
:)
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Aha thank youuuu! I loved writing the Dash/Dawn moments, and I had so much fun channelling my inner arsey drill instructor we stand a queen
Really great story
I noticed you accidentally wrote “made” twice
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Corrected now. Thank you!
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You’re welcome