Description
As the dragon soared above the clouds making swirls in the blue sky we came upon a green hill. It was beautiful, flowered vines intertwined with each other and climbing up the trunks of old trees, faeries with twinkling wings shimmered in the sun, and the old elf with a walking stick did nothing but intensify the mystical essence of the forest upon the hill. "You are looking for the ring to get home, am I correct?" The old elf with a walking stick said in what sounded like and Irish accent. "The ring?" "The ring of Emerson! The one who grants the brave soul who gets it with wishes! But you must be careful... there are many greedy people who will come to take it." "I'm seriously thinking we're in some lord of the rings dimension rings now!" Charlotte said with an eager grin on her face. "Impossible! The lord of the rings had hobbits!" "Hi! I'm going to be your guide in this journey of yours across the forest! My names Gerald the hobbit!" "Damnit Machigai! You just had to jinx it!" "How is it my fault?"
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