http://slow.writerscafe.org/Vione The original writings of author Lyrene Crystallind en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776014266 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Chapter 4  I was really fascinated by Portia. Portia was a port town located south of Rancour. It was very different from the pictures I saw inside books. Well of course it had changed. More than a hundred years had passed after all. Currently we were waiting for th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vione/327021/ Chapter 3  “Get to the point already,” I sighed. He was being such an a*s – he wouldn’t tell us anything until Rachelyn joined us here. Rachelyn was in the shower, doing God-knows-what. She was in there for an hour already. That girl was seriously . . . urgh. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vione/327019/ Chapter 2  “Lyrene?” Luke asked, sounding surprised by my sudden appearance. I was soaked wet, standing in front of his house. “Come in, hurry,” he said and ushered me to come inside. I nodded and went inside his house. I took off my coat and hung it on the ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vione/327018/ Chapter 1 I was sitting under a tree, with my back leaning against the tree trunk. This was my most favorite place, an isolated plain located outskirts Rancour Village. I was enjoying my private time, with books on my hand. I loved reading so much; I always read books for my pastime.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vione/327017/ Preface I was lost in my agony. I didn’t know, what must I do, which one was right, which one was wrong. I didn’t know what my purpose of living was. I doubted my own presence, was I really worth living? Nobody even cared for me. I was alone, and would always be. I wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vione/327016/ The story takes place in the world of Arc, where several beings possessed a power called 'Archeic'. Lyrene, living in a quiet village all her life time, embarked on a journey with Rachel and Luke since they are forced to join the military. She met the evi http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vione/327015/  The night was dark and silent. In the midst of the forest, not even the hooting sound of the owls could be heard. It was as if the animals were afraid of something, a predator. The only sound that could be heard was the swaying of the leaves. The cold winds blew, giving the chills to every h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vione/327001/