There is nothing I can do! The Dstellers were wrong... I have failed them...
Eldstone paced his den. His green and blue rob was covered in dirt and smelled. His fangs now coated with a yellow paste. His blue eyes now had a bib of folds and blue under them. Louy, one cell down rested on his bed. His wings were tucked behind his head.
Eldstone flopped to the floor. Feelings of anger and sadness continued on a never-ending cycle.
"There is nothing I can do!" He shouted once more.
He felt tired and weak. His head throbbed with his thoughts constantly reminding him of his failure.
From past shouts and sleep talk, the other prisoners had began to ignore Eldstone's crys. "Eldstone, put a cork in it." Louy squawked rising to his feet.
"Don't you understand!? There is no hope left! I have disappointed everyone!" Eldstone growled.
"I don't care for your excuses! Look at yourself! You are moaning and not thinking. On behalf of me and the rest of the prisoners, shut up!"
"You don't understand." Eldstone's eyes narrowed.
"Guess I don't. But shut up and work it out. Your smart." Louy then laid back on his bed. Shut up and work it out... Eldstone grew quiet peering through the bared window in his cell. Sunlight trickled in. More thoughts then rushed through his head. Maybe there is hope... He glanced at the bars. But is it really hope? He then went back to moaning.
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Dancing waters
General FictionIn Tra a terrible battle strikes, making the village weak and very vulnerable. The King then turns savage blocking out the Guardians causing even more havoc and breaking the chain with the Dstellers, the spiritual dancers. Eldstone is next in li...
