Taking one of these stones I held it up.
Recognizing on what it can do I hid it quickly.
Unknown knowledge
Soon I won't even question it.
The knowledge given to me kept my group safe...
Collin was the boy's name.
A curly brown haired
"Not good?" he asked me.
Bewildered by the interesting rock color in my hands I smiled as the stone glimmer.
Eagerly waiting for my response chosen the words carefully.
"Eventually it will be. Keep it in your pocket." I said
A shiver crept up the back of my neck as I noted that this weird eight legged bug moved upward to my head.
Reaching a cave after hours of walking in a hot and dry yet muggy rain forest.
"Now we can relax~" Collin said.
Everyone wanted to take a break.
Doing what any leader would I take this chance to examine the cave.
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My Haven
PoetryPoems that depicts rebellious children going through a journey in the name of the Gods and Goddesses of the world. To reclaim a decision that will impact the universe the children lived in. The protagonist does not know remember who they are and ask...
