by Quigmyre Graye » Thu Apr 19, 2007 9:18 am
The barely audible sound of footsteps on soft ground became increasingly nearer as a man approached. The hooded black cloak covered the features of his face aside from a slight grin, his fingers interlocked and voice quiet.
"Good morning. I suppose you may consider yourself one of the fortunate."
There must be things in this world other than Me, I just can't imagine what they'd be, nor why they'd be important.