Average day of a Dora

The prophecy

The running continued. She was running for her life and for her dog.

The small ginger creature saw a building show up on the horizon. It was a house. Molly was above it, she finally found her again.

It couldn't have been her house, for she has been homeless her whole life.

The mud slapped her shoes as she ran, the wind making her cheeks clap. The stinky dog was still in the middle of the darkened sky, glowing a bright brown.

It was truly a beautiful and horrifying sight. Stinky's state was lighting up the sky. It looked like the world was lit up with her.

Deep inside, the redhead wanted to keep her like this, forever, but she feared the future. She feared what would happen to her dog, her stinky, her potato, her laundry basket inhabitant.

A tear slid down her dotted cheek, but she would not let it escape, not like she let the peace in this world fade away.

She licked the tear before it flew off with the intense, current-like wind slamming into her face.

Just like that, she felt the warmth of the power once again.

Her ginger crusty locks slid into her scalp, leaving a shiny surface. Her clothes glowed, transforming into a marvelous white and brown suit. The letters TEIAP were proudly illuminated on her chest.

It's finally time to end this. End her.

End what she was tricked into starting.

The guilt in her heart may never reside, but she had to do this. For everyone, for the world, for stinky.

Anna G. will no longer reign this land, the tyranny must end.

Only she can do it. As the ancient 'Ginger Egg Prophecies' state. It was her duty.