The Legendary System

Last Struggle!

In the bleak silence of the forest, birds hushed themselves, as a suspicious stranger crept into the campsite, one foot at a time. A branch fell to the scampering squirrels, he hid behind a stump, with an ear out. 

False alarm, the elderly man sighed and straightened his back "It is good thing these youngsters are still sleeping!" And dusted his purple robe. Waggling the silver badge clipped to his breast, reflecting the morning sun; projecting four stars on the ruddy soil.

His almond-shaped eyes darted to the three tents, he muttered "Hmm, now which tent will that Brazantun kid would be in?” stroking his burnt beard, with fine remanets of wood chips.

"It seems I have to make a guess" he threaded to the third tent.

Draven slumbered, she snuggled closer to his bare chest. 

Envious to the core, Vernon watched over them with a sour expression. His eyes narrowed; his scan detected a threat within their area.

In Dra