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The Thief of the Rose
Date: 9/16/2017, Categories: Fiction, Author: mj37, Rating: 64.7, Source: sexstories.com
be accessed." Dao thought for a moment and then sighed, putting the quill back into the well. He leaned back, steepled his fingertips, and closed his eyes in meditative thought. "Are you done?" she asked. "Yes, for now," he sighed again, opening his eyes. "I need a special rune and I must find the precise word to use. It must be different, unused, and powerful." "Well, you are powerful," Melvina replied. "You could use your name, you could be a rune." "Well... , yes, yes I could. That will work very nicely," Dao replied, leaning forward, taking the quill out and scribing his name, which floated up and glowed brightly before disappearing. "Dao, the rune of making or un-making," Dao spoke the word into existence, as he drew the rune; a cursive capital 'L', laid over on its side with a diagonal line connecting the tails. "Now, I need another word that will be the binding rune, the rune of control for all of the swords." "I want to be a rune," Melvina proclaimed. "You could use my name." "No, I do not think... ," Dao stopped speaking and started thinking. "Why, yes. Yes, I think that will work just nicely. Melvina, let us go find your brothers." "Goody! We get to be runes!" Melvina exclaimed, hopping down from the stool and taking Dao's offered hand. The two left the forge and travelled back down the path to the ...