Morocco's Story
Prologue
Many years ago, far before modern existence, far beyond any means. My story is this, tragic, drama, action, adventure and yes romance. I advised you all under age to step away. No means necessary, just for safety reasons. What am I kidding if you don't like my story than don't read it. But enough with that. How far you ask? Many many many many many many many many (gasp) many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many years, even farther then that. But you get the picture. Still wondering? Well stop (dammit) and listen, listen to my past and the terrible tragic curse. Sigh; let's get on with the story.
The Beginning
It was a sunny day outside, clouds shaped like well I don't know. I layed down by a palm tree and stared into the sky. (Sigh).
"Hey Morocco!" A female frilled-neck lizard ran toward me with a happy expression.
"What?" I still layed down on the ground not bothering to get up. The lizard looked at me. Her long hair got in my eyes. "You're in my way." I flung the hair out of my face.
"What's your looking at?" She layed down beside me. "Clouds? What's on your mind this time." she asked. "Nothing, just nothing." I closed my eyes. "Why do you even bother to care?"
"I'm just curious, you know me curious." She just smiled and turned over on her side. "You should at least say something." She frowned.
(Sigh) "Look Samolia, for once in your life do something for a change." I got up and started to walk away.
"Bastard." Samolia mumbled.
"That bitch, always have to bug me while I watch clouds shape." (Sigh) "I'm so depressed." (Sigh) I sat down by another palm tree and placed by head in my hands. (Sigh) "I wish something could happen right now, just anything. Nothing in particular."
"Morocco! You're needed in the main chamber." An elder came over and announced.
"What for?" I got up and looked confused.
"The cheif just want's you for some strange reason." The elder replied.
(My prediction came true.) I gave a small smirk. "Now?"
"Yes." he responded
