The Story

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There was a story they often told,
they said it was her origin.
They were wrong.
Her story resided in a place they couldn’t see,
it kept her alive when she should have died,
when the lie they loved grew heavy.
She walked away,
carrying the darkness that leads to light,
seeking the truth,
her truth,
her rights.

©April 2020, Christina Anne Hawthorne


About Christina Anne Hawthorne

Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.
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