The summer breeze replenished the tired mushroom king as he walked through the overgrown woods.
He had a deep gash on his arm which was uncared for. Flies got any chance they could to harvest their offspring on the warm, moist cut.
Many babies would be quite prosperous to be living on such a large scale of food, and it would surely help their survival for future fly colonies.
The boy swatted at the flys cursing as he tripped over a root, he caught himself on a tree and rested on it for a while. His cape was torn from the many things that tried to kill him on the way. He shrugged off the tree before continuing to trek down the never ending road. the unknown.
"Some things cannot be fixed. They can only be carried."
-Just a little intro to set up the plot ;)
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George & Dream | Legend of The Mushroom King
Fanfiction"..the man wore a white mask it seemed, it didn't cover his whole face which was strange. All I could see was his lips and his chin. this scared me more than the smiling mask that stared straight through my soul.." George find's himself in an unusu...
