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Lost: To Be Found

In a world full of magic, monsters, and mysteries; Dahlia was destined to take part in events that would change history. ________________________________________ Having lived a life of an abused and isolated child, Dahlia only had her studies to pass time and her plants to keep her company. After having been forsaken by her family, it's no surprise that her whole life began to change after leaving her home and being introduced to society. It would only take a single encounter between her and a seductive vampiress for her to find a new start to her life as well as a happy and obsessive love. Now with their fates entwined, the two are bound to face not only changes in their own lives, but also changes that will redefine their era. Going from being trapped in a powerless situation, Dahlia now begins her journey as she discovers secrets about herself, the world, and slowly but surely grows into power and becomes someone that would shake the world. ________________________________________ Welcome to my first novel! I'm quite nervous writing this but also very excited! Going forward, I'm sure there's a lot I'll need to learn, but I hope you enjoy the story and journey along with me. This story is going to contain some serious and dark themes. I can't do a proper trigger warning list because I don't know how the story will progress, but abuse, violence, gore, and sexual assault are topics that will be covered. Credit to the artist who created the cover art. I couldn't find the original artist's name, but I would like to give credit if possible. If there are any conflicts, please contact me and I can remove the art.

AngelAsphodel · Fantaisie
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When traps trap the trappers

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The walls of the barrow mounds constantly leaked moisture through cracks in stone masonry. Amidst the rockwork were skulls, both false stone ones as well as real ones, and they all seemed to cry tears as the water slowly dripped down their countenance. The first floor had been cold and slightly damp, but mostly dry. The second floor's air had grown staler and the everything seemed to have a sheen of moisture. But now their group had made it to the third floor and it was as though the earth surrounding them was weeping.

"No wonder they kept all their supplies up top. If they had it any lower they would have gone mouldy within a week. Oi Dahlia, are we positive it's safe to even breathe the air down here?"