A Lady’s Lessons

The prophecy

In the circle of haw, when white petals blossom, a faery maiden shall rise from the roots of the land. The thorn shall not bind her. Nor demons defile.
The gentle spirits rejoice in a new day dawning. If one generation be twisted and gnarled, another shall rise to seize her destiny.

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