Soul Thief
Edol's golden eyes were wide at the sight of the nude humanoid before him. But he knew she was a God. She formed ice with her hands.
Ardora's eyes were red with fiery emotions, even if her skin was blue. And the stone floor upon which she sat froze at her touch.
"Who are you?" Edol asked her.
"I am Ardora," she said, and that was the only thing she knew for certain.
Edol gave her his hand, lifted her to her feet. She was graceful and her limbs were slender. Her hair flowed much like Irene's, through the air as if the air was instead water.
Edol quite liked Ardora, and even Despond when he appeared. But Edol did not realize Oberon and Irene were strong enough to create beings all their own.
Ardora appeared alongside the earliest humans. And she adored these humans with all her heart. But it was not for some several thousand years before she met a woman she adored even more than the rest.
When she walked alongside humans, Ardora had the appearance of a light-skinned, brown-haired human. But no godly power could remove her beauty.
This woman she adored was the daughter of two hardworking parents. They lived in a stone house near a kingdom on the far side of Earth. Her father was a cobbler and her mother worked hard taking care of the home and family.
Her name was Flora, and Ardora had never met a human as beautiful and distinct as this Flora.
« Go Back Ardora's eyes were red with fiery emotions, even if her skin was blue. And the stone floor upon which she sat froze at her touch.
"Who are you?" Edol asked her.
"I am Ardora," she said, and that was the only thing she knew for certain.
Edol gave her his hand, lifted her to her feet. She was graceful and her limbs were slender. Her hair flowed much like Irene's, through the air as if the air was instead water.
Edol quite liked Ardora, and even Despond when he appeared. But Edol did not realize Oberon and Irene were strong enough to create beings all their own.
Ardora appeared alongside the earliest humans. And she adored these humans with all her heart. But it was not for some several thousand years before she met a woman she adored even more than the rest.
When she walked alongside humans, Ardora had the appearance of a light-skinned, brown-haired human. But no godly power could remove her beauty.
This woman she adored was the daughter of two hardworking parents. They lived in a stone house near a kingdom on the far side of Earth. Her father was a cobbler and her mother worked hard taking care of the home and family.
Her name was Flora, and Ardora had never met a human as beautiful and distinct as this Flora.