• Member Since 27th Aug, 2017
  • offline last seen Yesterday


salty dragonborn, stormrider, dream weaver.


Alone in her room, Princess Luna gazes out at the night sky, remembering someone dear she lost.

One shot.
If anyone knows the source to this image, please let me know and I'll credit them.

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There are...certain events in our lives, that tear deep holes in us. Open, gaping wounds that never entirely heal, and these are the pains that shape us. They never entirely heal, we just to learn to live with the pain and when we do, we become stronger. Not because the pain is lessened but because we have made peace with it and accept as the price of living.

Very nicely written. Noticed some typos and the like, but the sad yet hopeful atmosphere is really great! Thank you for this story.

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