Being eight at the time I didn't know what to think. My parents (who had obviously been there just seconds ago) had evaporated into thin air. It seemed like something (or someone) had abducted them, and I was on my lonesome. I was scared out of my wits but I knew I had to pursue the trail... to find them.
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When The Snails Came
Historia CortaIt was a misty Saturday night, in the little village of Hathan...