The elders used to say, beyond the rolling green hills a pastures, down the winding, weed-hidden oath, past the gnarled rock formations, the winged beasts roamed - ruling the land.
Today he wanted to see if it was true.
He walked into the billowing fog, fear in his heart, but curiosity wouldn't let me turn around.
PLEASE continue this one........please? pretty please?!?!?!?!
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