Al rushed to the edge of the village now set fire upon. Blood poured onto the streets, windows smashed in, doors broken through and screams of families of peril tormented Al as he started towards the town."Wait!" A voice called out, "you'll need these." He turned to see his master throwing the pair of gloves he dreamed of. Al caught them at glanced at the craftsmenship then slide them on.
[jackal] · Sun Feb 17, 2008 @ 06:46pm · 0 Comments |