[It was early in the morning when Edward ventured outside. The sky was still marred by some hints of night as the sun rose over the horizon. Making his way through all the twigs and brush, the bard sat along the banks of the lake nearby to enjoy the tranquil silence. The morning mist that settled over the lake made it seem as if Edward was still ( Read more... )

[After meandering into town, the poor bard was left without a thing to do other than write within this homely little journal. He was uncertain about what to write, so he allowed his pen to take the lead over his thoughts.]What shall I do ( Read more... )