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...years have passed through the worlds but still he sat there stooped, leaning his head upon his fist, sunken in a deep thought. Silent and great he seemed, as if carved upon that mountain, like a sculpture on its throne which no one dared to approach fearing his wrath if waked from eternal thought. For generations he sat there motionless, defying winds and storms and time; and he did not wither or so it had looked until one day he crumbled into dust; and after he was gone no one knew was he real or just a myth but long after his time tales are told about him; this is just one of many... |
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This story is a literature work dedicated to a divine fantasy creature, immense and mystical, a friend... the owner of The Magical Boots. It is a short fiction story woven with humour and imagination, a fairytale made of dreams, a tale of true romance and unique adventure. It's a story about THE MAGICAL BOOTS (click here for humour and fiction, for fantasy and advabture, for the short fairytale story) On the page you will also find Introduction, magical projects, fantasy links and contacts |
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