Stories (Book 1/3)

Cloak

Uka...
The voice was leading into the tree though Uka couldn't think of what could possibly be inside.

He certainly wasn't expecting a big, spacious room.
How could this fit inside?

The inside had the same tezture as the inside of any normal tree and the ground was lucious green grass, brighter than the ones outside. And there was a glow even though outside was dark with the setting of the sun. Uka then noticed an oak table in the center, the only thing in here other than a cloak resting above it. It was a dark, royal blue that went well with his brown farm clothes.

He put the cloak on.
Uka... you have finally found me...
"Wha-?"
As you may be able to see, i am a cloak, a cloak that is meant to be yours.
"What do you mean?"
You are the one who is meant to defeat Yeg, and i am the one to guide you
"Hold on a second... who said i have to be the one to defeat Yeg, why me? His monsters haven't even come here yet so why should i care?"
Uka, child, you shouldn't think like that, what will you say when Yeg does come?
"H-he will not come..."

Uka hoped so though he did feel a little uncertainty wash over him.
It was only his imagination, wasn't it, the cloak can't have been talking to him. He would just have to head back home and go to sleep, that was his problem, he was tired.

Before leaving, he grabbed the cloak and ran back home. This was and intresting cloak and would fetch good money at the market tomorrow.