Efelowyn

Au plus profond de la nuit, au cœur de la tempête. Le bateau monte et descend sur la houle, il bondit, toute sa charpente d’acier branle dans un craquement infernal, il vole presque, un divin funambule sur les lames noires de la mer. Soudain, le hublot de ma cabine st recouvert, un instant je vois le cœur de la marée. Les bulles, d’oxygène, l’ombre de l’eau nocturne. Un cri de surprise survient dans la cabine voisine et me dérange. Tais-toi voyons tu as vu la taille du bateau ? Tu ne risques rien, ne sens tu pas que tu vis un moment magique ? Pourras tu, un autre jour de ta vie t’opp

(Writing Sample) APLANE ULLORIA It’s ten on the morning, middle of march and Avalon is cold today. Especially on the royal palace’s cliff, were the wind is blowing on Aplane’s feathers. He chose to come on foot (the seagull wasn’t really ok with a land in a town) and was walking for 2 miles now in the street. The houses surrounding him are regal in appearance, but worn down. Many of them have fallen into complete decay. Aplane noticed two guards standing at the doorway to the palace. As he approach them, they moved into his way and halt his motion. “What are you doing here?” one of them asks roughly. &ld