Hi everyone! I'm back to posting because pastrygirl finally understood my last post (at least i thought so) Anyways, this is a random thing i just thought of. it might have no beginning, middle, or end, but whatever.
A liar stalks the shadows. In his grubby hands holds the very existance of the castle- a letter and a lime. You probably think that a letter and a lime could hold nothing more than reading material and a very sour treat,but you are wrong. In the very hands of the disgustingly sweaty palms, held the power of the possessers.
The liar sat on the earthy ground with a frown on his face. He clearly thought that he had brought the ancient Book of Truths with him, but perhaps he had dropped it on the road to Wabredt, the village 20 kilometers east of where he now sat, exhausted from the 20 day journey he had faced across the rocky land of Sactran. Now the liar lied on his back, closing his eyes for a brief moment. Then, he heard a gentle shaking from a bush 10 meters away from him. The liar slowly moved to reach the hilt of his dagger. It was coming.
so... yeah, hoped you enjoyed it-ish
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