The shadows gathered around you waiting for the flint. As you pull it out it shimmers slightly, the shadows reach for it stealthily, jealousy in their eyes. Knowing that if they get the flint, they could destroy your love, you quickly bring out cashew instead. Bringing out the cashew caused all of the shadows to cower away. In a rage of not getting the flint, one of the larger shadows shakes the cavern of where you are hidden. The shake causes some burning oil to land on you flip flop clad foot.
"Priest" you call out and instantly your most trusted advisor, a tiger appears.
"Well' you say' all in a good days work" You then reach into your pocket to pull out a tiara, made lovingly for your future queen.
"Now time to make her mine"
j.h.
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