Whelp, I'm back. And nobody cares.
To Guest: Thanks for the review! It really helped. I'm sorry about it being too fast-paced for you L.
"Do you know the prophecy of the Seeker?" The father asked.
"No. Can you teach it to me?" The son responded. The father grinned at his son's honesty and started chanting.
The orphan sails above the sky,
She does not care for others feelings,
She soars so high,
She pays close attention,
She snaps at those who don't,
She walks as living tension,
She sees the horse,
She looks in awe,
Her pride has run it's course,
She cowers to the rearing hoof,
She listens to it's song,
A song that sings wise words,
She didn't know she could be hurt.
"That is the wise prophecy of the Seeker." The father said kindly, looking down on his trusting son.
"I want to know all the prophecies!" The son exclaimed.
Two years later…
"That stupid wretch! Getting himself thrown in jail! What was he thinking? No, what were you thinking, Smarty?!" Krysten Wisesong yelled.
"Calm down, Missy, we've got it all fig-" Smarty began before Krysten interrupted.
"Calm down? CALM DOWN?! YOU STUPID, I'M NOT GONNA CALM DOWN!"
"Missy, we can't break Justice out of jail, we'll get caught."
"HIS NAME IS ROLLAN, NOT JUSTICE! AND IF YOU'RE NOT GONNA BREAK HIM OUT, I WILL!" Krysten pledged.
Two hours later…
"Dang it. Maybe I should not been so impulsive. Or maybe I should have brought people with me. Whatever." Krysten wisped to herself in her small, dirty, and oh so uncomfortable jail cell.
"Psst! Psst!" Krysten perked up. She scanned the area and saw a Greencloak.
"My name is Tarik, I'm here to let you out." The Greencloak said.
"Why? Why are you letting me out?" Krysten asked, suspicion creeping into her face.
"I'll tell you in a minute. Here, drink this." He held a small canteen out to her. She took it and looked inside. She went through a couple of precautions to make sure wasn't poison, then shrugged and downed it. There was only enough for one sip in it, but it was the best thing she'd ever tasted. Not that she'd tasted much more than burned bread and muddy water. All of the sudden, a flash happened and a mustang stood in front of Krysten. Thankfully, everyone else was asleep so no-one saw it but the Greencloak and the orphan.
"I understand now." Krysten said. Tarik smiled and swung open the cell's door with a creak.
Yes, I know, I know, it's too short. Now don't worry, there are boys too. These are actually just my accounts on Spirit Animals. If anyone wants to friend me, here are the accounts usernames.
Isabella: Angelfairy2779 (my first account ever!)
Krysten: Butterflydragon963
A thanks to my wonderful beta, Fight4Whales!
