Knights of Brigadoon by Animechickjasmine, literature
Literature
Knights of Brigadoon
When the wind howls
In the pitch-black eternal darkness
Escape to the sea
Of Luminous eternity
When I was five years old, every night at exactly nine o'clock, my great-grandmother Marin Asagi would tuck me in and sing about her life. Her voice wasn't cracked nor worn from age, it was like she was an angel.
The seven-color bridge
The key that's hidden somewhere
Scattering Sand
The unknown world appears
It started with a book, borrowed from the library about a block away from the place she was living at, that was filled with the local history. Also about the blue swordsman who slayed thousands of monsters that dared to cross him, but