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Once, when an isle, no one remembers now, stood above the floods of the seas, a people dwelt about the sun bleached shores and played in the blue surf. Though not so innocent as I would like, they were a simple people and knew no other world. Among them were blacksmiths and painters, kings and peasants, but the most revered of all were the Dyvres. Every boy dreamt of the waves on his skin and the touch of the sea, every girl ran her fingers through the shore's supply and wished for the sand on the Bottom. But few were ever chosen or allowed among the perils of that life and the ocean's treasures were retrieved only by the best and the bravest

Once upon a time, there lived a tree with roots that bent and turned, dipping under the ground and coming back up. Along one of its great sides ran a cleft so tall and so deep that the Dryad beneath its bark awoke and stepping out her dainty foot, went for a stroll through the deep green wood. What she noticed first was the air on her skin and the chill of it on her cheeks. Her naked feet took in the mossy ground. But what she loved first was the light. She didn't see much of it at first glance and had walked quite a way before she saw a beam that had defeated the forest canopy. In her slumber she had dreamt of light, but there it had only th

Once upon a time, in a little hovel under a very big tree, there lived a girl of color and light. Her hair rippled gold in sunlight and silver in moonlight and her eyes were green as foliage. With a dip and a sway, she made her way through the trees around their home and toward the brooke that babbled nonsense in her ear and played games with the light that it caught. Shedding her shoes as she went, the girl's lips fell into a grin and she leapt onto the mossy log before her feet. Tenderly she threaded her way across, careful of the brakes, gentle with the moss and gained a little, white shore, soft and wet with water, which dipped down to me