I remember a time when everything was peaceful. War was nothing more than a concept most couldn't grasp. Practically nonexistent in this society. Now, however, everywhere is a battle field. The air is no longer filled with bakery scents and childrens' laughter; It is merely a silent barrier between worlds. A barrier between the regulars, and them.
The moist rocks.
Those tyrants are the ones who started this. Regardless of what we, the regulars, said, this was uncalled for.
I must protect her.
My one true love.
Shleaf.
I will protect you.
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Moist Rock
General FictionWords. Everything you say can and will be used against you. When an entire village of rocks misuses their voices, they're unable to combat what comes back around. Will the passionate Felipé be able to save them, along with his lover Shleaf? Or will...
