It was a simple request. Never eat a Fireberry during the waxing moon. She ate one anyway. Nothing would be the same for her, as magic was in the air. These are the poems Meloria wrote, as she found herself slipping into an enchanted world. She would find it full of romance, myths, and fairy tales come to life.
It was a simple request. Never eat a Fireberry during the waxing moon. She ate one anyway. Nothing would be the same for her, as magic was in the air. These are the poems Meloria wrote, as she found herself slipping into an enchanted world. She would find it full of romance, myths, and fairy tales come to life.