I was born in this world as a mole. Not necessarily something desirable or charismatic, but that is what I was. Well I was by the pub I remembered my mother and I climbing to the dirt hills catching carrots for the gardens. My father had died the winter before I was born. He had set out to get food for my mom and never came back. On this world I got to learn how to write and read- I was amongst some of the few moles in my community that knew how read and write in the human language. Spidoo, Orelie, Travmak182; so many other moles. So many bright minds lost.
I remember...
Now I am sitting here in this bedrock cell. I tried so start a revolution. I was foolish to believe that would ever happen. Not when WilburSoot and his damn pumpkin seed cult are here. They are too strong. I pray to the Goddess Elodie that Orelie will win this fight. I pray my Queen BryonyK is avenged.
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Takes of a benevolent god ( Wilbersoot fan fiction)
FanfictionThis is not to be taken serious in anyway. I was watching Wilbur spots " 100 player challenge moles" video and I thought it would be super funny if I turned it it o a story. So I am writing the experience blopwobble had in that video. It is gonna be...
