Post by DanteMGalileo on Aug 15, 2008 22:46:50 GMT -5
Lyon looked over the void. The wind made his hair and cloak dance, eyes shut. In a pale hand was a small, black stone. The Dark Stone. An image of a long-haired girl and a messy-haired boy flickered in his mind, both with teal hair. Who were these people?
"I bet that if I could just destroy this accursed rock, this would all be over."
"I bet that if I could just destroy this accursed rock, this would all be over."
