~Prologue~

The nine of them had been travelling for days. Their meals had been cold and cheerless since they couldn’t risk a fire. To start a fire would mean a chance of being spotted, and their mission was one that relied on secrecy. Little did these travellers know that their mission would soon be halted by enemies more powerful and terrifying than Sauron himself— THE AUTHORS.

“Enemies? that’s not quite the word I’d use. What do you think, Yami?”

“It’s not the word I’d use either, Anny. We’re more like authors-who-are-bored-and-have-nothing-better-to-do-so-we-screw-with-people.”

“Authoresses.”

“Right.”

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