by DayCrescent 8069
A boy ran into the night looking for some where to hide he stumbles into a small cabin it look old and lost to time.But sometimes what looks lost is truly waiting. class is in session my little Nascent
| # | Title | Words |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | A Voice | 0 |
| 2 | A Voice (1) | 0 |
| 3 | A Voice (2) | 0 |
| 4 | A Voice (3) | 0 |
| 5 | A voice (4) | 0 |
| 6 | A Voice (5) |
| 0 |
| 7 | Jello | 0 |
| 8 | Hugel Tree | 0 |
