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[Salem D'Angelo]

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Moonlight streamed down through the broken cloud cover and bathed the vast swath of territory known as Crimson Dreams in a blanket of shadows and light. The snow positively shimmered and sparkled beneath Salem's feet as he made a lazy trek back across the territory from his short travels. Going from one end of the territory to the other was tiring with all of that snow in the way, but he was getting better at navigating though it and at the very least, making good use of the paths where others had been. Today he was following in Naniko's footsteps, pretending to be the night watchman to a kingdom so vast and brilliant that it was loved by all.



In his kingdom, there were no good and evil. Everyone lived in peace. Everyone was happy and content, they helped each other. They loved each other. They were the perfect picturesque things he had “read” about in the books he had gotten to listen to. They were apart of the dreams he had when he was balled up by one of his siblings. So it wasn't totally Crimson Dreams that he saw through his gold-green eyes, but his magical, tranquil kingdom. As the borders came up, Salem did not hesitate or fear them like he had once before. He fell in line with the steps there, stepping carefully with the prints he believed to belong to Naniko.



After all, he was hoping on this night, he would meet a certain creature…



But just a fable, nothing more.

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