Sunday, June 3, 2012

A Shell

It all started when I picked up the shell, the small pink one hidden amongst the rocks on the beach. I hadn't planned the journey before then, you see, I hadn't even realized I could use the staff to travel. I had thought Old Rumeir made up all the stories he told, not that he experienced them. Once I had the shell, I knew I would be able to get her the help she needed. The medicine woman didn't seem to be able to help her, but I could, I had to; after all, she was my mother and I couldn't lose her now, when I could get her the cure. 

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