20 YEARS AGO “UNA, bring this to your father!” Ursila called her daughter, who was busy picking fresh flowers and herbs in their small garden. “Yes, mother!” Una beamed. Her favorite white dress shimmered under the light of the morning sun. She held a basket and hurriedly brought the flowers inside their hut. Their house was located in the lush greenery of the Banxi Mountains on the southern side called Qalin Forest. The servants’ families lived there. Mostly a typical shapeshifter who had weak wolf form. In short, they were just a lowly immortal commoner in this new haven created by the faeries and deities after the Great Fae War. Ursila handed Una a bottle of fresh milk, a newly baked bread, and marble potatoes cooked in butter. “Here, your father is busy hunting. Maybe he’s starving now.” “All right, mother.” “Don’t wander around. You know the rules.” Ursila reminded her. Knowing she was stubborn sometimes. “Rest your mind, mother. I would never put my life in danger. Especia
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