Both Magier and Halter were asleep at the campsite, but I couldn't sleep, so I was walking around the park by myself, It was like when I went to Yellowstone with my mom and Maggie back when we were humans. I was walking when I tripped on a rock, I fell and rolled down the hill at high speed, landing on something hard. I looked up to see a man, he looked familiar. He had a hood covering his horns. "Um. Hi, sorry for rolling into you. I tripped." "It is alright." "WAIT YOUR THE GUY WHO SAVED ME FROM THE GIANT BIRD EARLIER!" He sighed and helped me up "I mearly distracted it." "You freakin killed it!" "Um. Thank you. I think you should be getting back to your friends now. It is late after all." He said, pointing up the hill, "Uh, ok. Well thanks for earlier anyway. Bye!" I said, walking back up the hill.
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Gods Are People Too
FantasyIn this world, nothing is fair. This goes for all forms of life; and all forms of immortals. Sometimes people need to learn that Gods are people too.
