They weren’t far from the ornate gates. Welcoming as they looked, there always appeared to be an imposing and even menacing appearance to them. Raven could see the stone appeared slick, wet with something. The Princess Gates she knew were white or light grey, and ever present. The angel is a guardian for veterans and a monument to the human military. She didn’t claim to understand the backstory, but she knew this place carried a lot of the city’s, province’s, and country’s early history. Innovation, progression, creativity, and social change have been, are, and will be showcased here all in a curious atmosphere of celebration and fun. The perfect place to attract the Fae. A breeding ground for wild magic. What better place to base the restoration of this place from? So close to where the damage was done and such a powerful center. “I think we found the most likely location where they are basing the rebuilding from.” Raven said. As her eyes caught sh
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