Origin: Rooted Within

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

L A K E O F Z U B R I S

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[ T R I N I K A, M E T R A ]

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K I T A’S H U T

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The night wind whistled gently across the top of the small lake, clouded with several stones. The lake basked under the moonlight and its bright light made the lake sparkle like it had a touch of magic, but it was only a mere lake with mundane water. . .

Surrounded by the deep wild trees and shrubs was the lake, but it was not the only thing that stood within this pile. There was one more thing that was not green, although, built from wood.

There was a tiny, yet beautiful house that sat at most 20 steps away from the shore of the lake. It was as wild as the wilderness it stood in, with lots and lots of creeping plants and trees winding their stalks around it.

The inside was no different; it was shadowy, and they were different herbal plants growing in several vases that sat up on the shel