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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
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2024-10-29 19:42:56"Fiachra, a beauty that had graced the land of Hymir.
Dancing under the glow of the moon,
A mighty sword at hand,
Ravens following her every grace.
Mesmerizing the world with her might and bravery,
A beauty that could overturn a war,
A warrior that rides with the ravens,
Fearlessly conquering the enemies.
Guide Hymir with your comrades that soar the skies,
Hymir your beloved land will forever prosper under your watch."
In the silence of the night, a mellow and sweet voice of a young woman singing the folklore of Fiachra could be heard. Dancing with pure grace and elegance. Her long raven hair sways with the flow of the wind, in her every turn and every note she sings could easily mesmerize someone who would see her dancing under the luminance of the moon. Her pale complexion glows under the soft moonl
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