The World of Remlon

A Past-Pt1

He slowly opened one eye.

"Reoooow."

"Hello Kine," Replied a small 9 year old John from under his soft covers. "How are you today. Do you want some food."

"Mer mer," Kine said in a begging tone.

"Alright." John reached out of his covers to rub Kine. But Kine refused and plopped off the bed and left the room. " You want to play like that then fine."

John got out of his bed got some cloths on and walked to the door. On the back of the door was a brass hook.Which was shinning in the morning light. A small satchel hung from the brass hook. John jumped up to grab it. In mid air he pulled off the leather strap that was connected to the bag. When he hit the floor there was a chorus of paper ruffing. John quickly looked into the satchel. He then saw his map. Tons of them. Some were tiny but some were quite large, for they poked at the top of the bag when it was closed. Giving the appearance of of fingers.

John examined all of the maps and then rolled them up and put them in his satchel. He swung the leather strap over his head. He caught a whiff of a old leathery smell, which he loved. He opened the door and jolted down stairs.