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We reached the town
of Merriston by noon the next day. It was a small village near the rocky
northern border. The mountains loomed over the vill..
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This is a small...well... forget about the small, intermission that still ties in with the story giving you Hiero's background.
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That night I found myself in the
backyard of the cottage that had been rented out to us. Some would think that I
was crazy for sitting out there..
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The cave had to of
been the most foulest of places we’d ever dared to trek. Dark, dank, the odor
of musk, death and decay all over the pla..
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-Logan-
“Oskar? Oskar!” Keno shouted and shook
Ozzie, desperately trying to get his attention. “Say something!”
We..
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And here I thought I
wouldn’t be able to sleep. Once Keno took over, I brushed my teeth and got into
bed, falling asleep as soon as my head ..
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Things just kept getting stranger. All
our lives Keno had hated our father; he shuddered at the mere mention of the
man, cursed the fact that they..
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"Park here, we'll walk the rest
of the way," Hiero said and broke the silence.
We stopped at the outskirts of a town
of ruins. No light on t..
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The final chapter. Back to Ozzie's point of view
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It was a cold, blustery day as
autumn was making its final changes after summer to give way to a hard, frozen
winter. The wind bit the barren tr..
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