The dark box
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Cross Peñaloza walked around for day's he couldn't find a village town or house place or anything until he found a beautiful flower patch he wanted to make a home there he decided to keep exploring but then realized he gone to far he kept walking his leg's tired and in need of rest his body acheing till he seen this weird thing it was floating above the water not touching it but there he turned his head where he seen a ship rack he ran to it looking if there were any people alive dead anything found hisself again nothing he then found a box this box was dark you couldn't see anything in it he reached his hand surprised his arm could go in he then felt something it was round and slimy he looked at it had a jewel far in it it was Unusual he looked around and seen a mansion hidden in tree's and a mountain he went in it was weird he put the thing back in the box and put it in the bag he had the mansion had weird thing's everywhere he found a room with a bunch of carpet's he then had dawn Dawn upon his when he seen a flag this place was abandoned or well the people were trapped in something he then remembered how old that ship rack looked he took out the Slimey ball and reached his hand in it and touch the jewel scream's he heard he then took the jewel out and smashed it the voice's weren't human a hand full of Creature's asleep came out the weirdest one had several black tail's and it was huge he bandaged them up and put them in bed he then realized they were the owner's of this place and when they woke he hoped they'd forgive for being there he hoped that healing them would put the maybe rage to sleep ~
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