The Wordsmith Myth
A Story Teller
Peter walked over to her and gently took the knife from her. "Hey it'll be alright. Your friends are gonna do everything they can to help. You'll get through this." He spoke softly and comfortingly. Peter thought to himself. "Wait. Maybe... What if..." He said. "That could work. If it's how that Dreema woman says it is. She wouldn't want the soul after that." He said.Maddy sat on the ground, silently with tears still falling from her eyes. In her hand she still had the bloody knife.