OF THE LOST CHILD.
The Wandering Snake is but a Fool,
with royal blood who refuse to Rule.
And still he seeks to this very day;
the things he chose to cast away.
The Hunting Eagle is but a Fool,
with hands and eyes as killing tools.
Cannot tell a gift from curse;
in ignorance he remains immersed.
The Lost Child looked down upon her work in satisfaction. However she was interrupted by a familiar voice.
“It’s time to go, Little Miss.” The Butler said with a low bow.
“Is that so, Mr. Luundim?” the Lost Child asked, turning around to face the Butler.
“Yes, Little Miss.” The Butler answered. The Lost Child nodded and let out a small sigh as she closed the book. It was a little sooner than she expected…but there was no helping it. Life is difficult when you’re being pursued by Nameless Gods.
(Unfortunately for the Lost Child, she did not Begin with the Snake nor the Huntress)
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