Furlo was a gnome, lived in the forest Fantagrista, a land that is on the line where sky and sea meet. His family lived there for up to 100 generations, ever since Agrista, a hero who gave his name to the land, managed to conquer it. Furlo was that of a life of simple things, berries and mushrooms to eat, goblins at bay and to keep a decent job, what has always belonged to his family, was the tailor of the woods.
Furlo was famous throughout Fantagrista packs for its elegant and colorful, his shop was located just before the land of leeks Maturi, the old rivals that 100 generations before the valiant Agrista was defeated with cunning and magic. The workshop was Furlo right in the middle of a huge weeping willow, on every branch coming down, hung a myriad of colored fabrics that the worlds of Fate, his eternal collaborators, they had seen in the universes visited.
Furlo What was the biggest in Willow Fantagrista, in so much time had accumulated on its branches and thousands and thousands of tissue inside as many as 50 gnomes were working there, not to mention the dozens and dozens of Fate that entered and exited continuously. The biggest fear of Furlo, having found the old oak leaf on which Agrista had written his memoirs, was that his Willow, from too much weight had to endure over the years, suddenly broke, ending wrong to fall, with just the tip of a leaf, in the land of leeks Maturi.
Agrista's writings, despite the wear of time and the rains that occur every year Fantagrista in the winter months, they were still very clear: the terms with Agroporro gnome army chief General Mature of Leek, was that even if only a branch, a leaf, a button, a pin of the lands of Fantagrista had fallen across the border, the Leek Maturi would have taken everything that the ancestors of Furlo had so laboriously gained.
months passed and the name of Furlo became increasingly popular in those enchanted lands, orders grew and our gnome had no time even to look Crisilla her eyes, every day waiting for him in vain with dinner on the trunk.
Crisilla One day, tired of seeing her lover wither away under the hard work, he decided to andargli to bring dinner to the shop. Along the way he reasoned that he had never actually been on the Willow of her husband, and just as he tried to imagine we are under. Crisilla could not believe his eyes, an endless amount of colors, filled his eyes, unable to count, to quantify how much fabric pendesse from those branches, and began to walk across the face caressed by the emerald green silk hanging from the branches lower.
was so entranced by all that magic did not see any way that the Fairy was bearing down on him that at least 10 coats for Unicorn in my hands! With an incredible crash Crisilla found himself on the ground, his face completely covered with the cranberry juice that her husband's dinner, petrified, unable to help her to get up.
He remained motionless, his eyes wide and mouth open in a grimace of terror, completely enraptured by the glitter of the spoon, the clash was over there, across the border. In a few minutes
panic invaded the entire people of Willow and men in no time at all Fantagrista gathered with them. They were all still, waiting for no one knows what, perhaps a gesture of a word of one of those people, on the other side of the border, saw them grinning ...
Crisilla One day, tired of seeing her lover wither away under the hard work, he decided to andargli to bring dinner to the shop. Along the way he reasoned that he had never actually been on the Willow of her husband, and just as he tried to imagine we are under. Crisilla could not believe his eyes, an endless amount of colors, filled his eyes, unable to count, to quantify how much fabric pendesse from those branches, and began to walk across the face caressed by the emerald green silk hanging from the branches lower.
was so entranced by all that magic did not see any way that the Fairy was bearing down on him that at least 10 coats for Unicorn in my hands! With an incredible crash Crisilla found himself on the ground, his face completely covered with the cranberry juice that her husband's dinner, petrified, unable to help her to get up.
He remained motionless, his eyes wide and mouth open in a grimace of terror, completely enraptured by the glitter of the spoon, the clash was over there, across the border. In a few minutes
panic invaded the entire people of Willow and men in no time at all Fantagrista gathered with them. They were all still, waiting for no one knows what, perhaps a gesture of a word of one of those people, on the other side of the border, saw them grinning ...
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