The Tale of Modeña
Prologue
Modeña, a land of rolling hills and peaceful valleys, shallow streams and graceful rivers, fields of grain and meadows of flowers, is a glorious and powerful nation. It may surprise you, though, that not so long ago it was not like this. Though Modeña was powerful, peace did not lay on all her borders. There was a time when war loomed as death over the country.
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**Two poems, unrelated except for they both have something to do with North, and both were written while I listened to a song called North. 1 is inspired by a character from a novel I'm working on, and 2 is just part of an idea that may one day become a novel, who knows.**
Marrick took one look at the notice and tore it down. He ripped it in half and tossed it in the trashcan, then glanced back at Brynt.
"And you were just 'released'?"
"Apparently they have an odd way of determining whether someone should be allowed back into the public. They let me in even though you're probably more ready than I am." Brynt glanced at Marrick from the side. "What are you planning on doing?"
"Where have the police been alerted?"