1:21 AM
Who: Everyone
Where: The Arena
When: Day 107, late afternoon
What:
The Storyteller's statue stood silently, overlooking the rocky field. In one hand, she held her book closed, and smiled contently. Did the sheep win? Did the wolves? It was hard to tell in such a case.
They all weren't so different, she mused. The wolves were just a bit hungry, and the sheep were hardly innocent. What would they have done, in such a role? Perhaps she was wrong to assume they were so nasty after all!
Whatever the case, the game had ended, and it was a story for another day. . .but she couldn't wait to read it!
Where: The Arena
When: Day 107, late afternoon
What:
The Storyteller's statue stood silently, overlooking the rocky field. In one hand, she held her book closed, and smiled contently. Did the sheep win? Did the wolves? It was hard to tell in such a case.
They all weren't so different, she mused. The wolves were just a bit hungry, and the sheep were hardly innocent. What would they have done, in such a role? Perhaps she was wrong to assume they were so nasty after all!
Whatever the case, the game had ended, and it was a story for another day. . .but she couldn't wait to read it!