Jonathyn was tired from running and staying up late, but he had to push on. He stopped after a little while of walking and made a fort. Then, he gathered up some sticks and lit them with a lighter. He put together a bed, lay down, then fell asleep. A few hours later, he woke to an unnatural warmth, one that he wasn't able to create himself. As he opened his eyes and sat up, he realized what was going on. His fort had set on fire and was quickly creating a forest fire. He grabbed his bag that was on fire, pat it down, and ran. Fast. He ran so far; he ran until his legs gave out. When he stopped, he noticed something to his side. It was slightly glowing. He stitched up his bag, and put the stone in. He slept until the next morning.
(I'm sorry that this part is so short, I didn't have any ideas, but I knew I had to write something)
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The Spirits Blessing
FantasyThe Spirits Blessing Unfinished Warning: Contains abuse Jonathyn, a 14 year old boy who has been in foster homes most of his life, lives with an abusive family. As he continues living there, he can't possibly take the abuse for much longer. He packs...
