As the bus pulled away from the city I could not
help but stare at our young passenger,he looked so much like me that it was nearly impossible not to look at the exact of myself .Though as the bus driver headed toward his next destination which in fact was the town of Little Paw,it was named as such because roaming around and near Little Paw
were bears they never entered the town itself for which bear traps and hunters nearly surrounded the town .He would go there not too see the bears but to see an old friend of his,a science teacher
who in fact was studying the bears,but also study
outer space and time and oddest things in the universe.So he sat quietly now on the bus not even looking or staring at his younger self as he thought what he would say to his friend,it would be an interesting meeting to say the least. He couldn't wait. Or could he ? to be continued .
The ancient kings of Whitehawk were all too aware of the temptation of magic. They could feel its threat, a presence in their courts, a serpent slithering at their feet, even entering into their beds.
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