Drakel

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I walked to a cave knowing I couldn't return to my family's three story style manor painted a royal blue. Instead I walked inside and sat on a cold hard rock. The damp tightly packed dirt and stone cave was perfect for the night. Until, I heard a shuffle and a bear's roar. I stood up with a growl. "If you don't lay down. I swear to God I'll turn you into a throw rug. Got me?" I said aggravated. Afterwards, I heard another shuffle and pained noise from it. "Your hurt aren't you? Let me drink from you. It'll help me bandage you." I turned around looking at the bear. It was bleeding out of it's side from a gun shot wound. "Oh you poor thing, I guess I should help you since your going to let me stay." I walked to him with bandages and some tape. He rolled over and I nodded, "smart bear." I wrapped the bandage around him a few times, and continued to stop the bleeding. "So bear?" The bear looked to me as I felt thirsty. "I'm going to go for something to sate this terrible hunger." The bear looked eyes seeming to hold some hidden knowledge deep inside. "Oh and also...your name is as of now Drakel." The bear nodded in what I thought was understanding. I went and started looking for food. Sadly, I found nothing. I then went to sleep beside Drakel.

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