Skandar lay unconscious on the ground. His unicorn, Scoundrel flew away, black wings beating into the distance. He trusted Scoundrel would get him help. The wild unicorn had dug a permanent gash in his side. He wasn't sure if he would survive. He wished he was back at home, he had doomed himself from Day One, being a spirit wielder and all. Kenna wasn't with him any more, she couldn't help
him anymore. He willed for Agatha to be here, anyone. Suddenly, Scoundrel flew down with what Skandar believed to be Agatha, and that was confirmed when she got closer. She was a spirit wielder just like him. They both possessed the illegal element. Skandar cried out to Agatha, but his cry was broken by the wind. Scoundrel flew down at lightning speed, getting close to the
ARGH!
الانزلاق: 4
NO!
الانزلاق: 5
The Hungry Caterpillar was awestruck at the amount of fruit his friends had got for him.
الانزلاق: 6
Now he didn't feel hungry anymore, and he didn't feel little anymore. He looked at himself to see he was far past a caterpillar anymore, and it was finally time to become a butterfly. He nestled himself on the thick fronds on the reedy tree and fell asleep. That night a cocoon he built around himself, it was a masterpiece.
He slept through long seasons, slowly growing into a beautiful butterfly. His orange wings spread wide and freely, patterned with white and black. He looked at himself, wondering what there was to do now. He felt his tummy grumble in discontent. He remembered he was hungry, he hadn't eaten all night. He wandered into the grass to get some
NOT AGAIN!
الانزلاق: 7
GIVE ME YOUR KEY.
NO!
الانزلاق: 8
YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS, BENJAMIN!
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