The Wordsmith Myth
A Story Teller
The man was no focused on Zabuza. "Tennyson." Zabuza said. "Potsicker " Ben replied."well its not magic so it's not against the law" sage said
Isanne smiled
Dabria wasn't in the library but the orb in the corner flickered revealing itself to be like a globe. A yellow dot flickered on a nearby city. What would happen if he touched the orb.
Jackson reached the Ocarina to his lips. He started to play a soothing Melody. No particular song. Just notes strung together
Sam shook his head and turned away. But he looked back. His curiousity got the best of him. He poked it cautiously.