My boy Cass, writes a story
At times of fear and darkness all around,of tales of monsters and ghosts that kill,while you wait in bed from the terrorfying evil that waits for you,just remember its only a story.These were times of magic and objects of power...Let us BEGIN! Once apon a time (for that is how all stories start)out in the deep dark forests lived an unknown life that lived for years and never seemed to age. No one could see his face,he wore a hat wich he held down with one hand,he wore a cape with 100 or so pockets full of objects he had stolen as his anti-hero self,his hands were covered with gold gloves so no one could see them. Everyone knew one thing about him and that was that this life wanted to travel, to run, to journy on towards the moon and the sun, and when he picked that decision he ended up here he had become a criminal for stealing,but he enjoyed that so this is how he had his journey.... He had it!The chest was his!the police running wildly after him, he jumped up to the first branc...