As I whisked myself onto the journey to the north, an ancient land of my forefathers birth were true as told by many seers in our village. It has been buried down in the center of planet Furlary centuries ago and it has been foretold a leader, followers and the innocents were to be return back to their rightful land but as we stomped with our blistering feet to our land we are dying to have and steeping down hill, feeling the thorns of the river rocks plunging into our paws as we walk, we were being shadowed by a bright hot sun. As sword and halo-blade rod on my back hungers for evil but it shall wait as innocents were to bare by our hands. “How far are we lass? Thou shall know the little ones seek to rest. Could ye pity these children?” asked Darla, a mother of 2. It took me a while to answer if I am to be a leader. It is nigh dawn as I felt the exhaustion in my body. “That we shall do now and let us all gather wood. We have a mile to go until we reached the ship and it will forever lead thee to freedom! Shall ye say living to us and let the Gods of Krasna bless us with goodness!” I said with love. We closed our eyes to the medley of prayers in with both of our hands resting peacefully on out chests.
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