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"Where All Things Begin" by bymoonlit
The crisp morning glittered with shiny dew drops among the grassy mountain range. In the valley, there were several thousand flowers; growing in a colourful variety of pink, red, and blue, they all blended together to make a velvety array. To the west, the sea lapped the windy shore, where black grains of sand were littered with crystal-coloured glass beads. A small old grey cottage was nestled into the bluffs, which was abandoned and had been for quite some time. It was rare to see a ship pass by, but seldom as they do, ancient bloodlines of royalty, pirates, and fishermen could be spotted on the horizon.
One day on a high mountain peak, a band of merchants set up a small camp. They built a coal fire which glowed red and sent a stream of silver smoke up into the dim twilight. On their travels, the merchants had collected many wares and had several carts filled to the brim with goods from all over the world. The carts were covered up with tarps for the night, to protect them while the traders slept. In the morning they hiked up their carts and continued on their journey to the markets. While passing through the flowering fields they managed to find themselves jostled in the thick foliage. Bumping along in the soft soil, one very sharp jolt sent a cart tumbling over. Many items fell into the flower beds, and almost everything was recovered.
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