As he continued on his long walk he moved his way through the marshes, where monsters lurked. He walked quickly through those, not stopping long enough for the vampyres or lycans to catch his sent. The sun grew stronger as he moved towards magnolia, and the cold grew a little weaker, but Pure could still feel winter creeping in around them.
The next time Pyre stopped to sleep there was nothing around, fields for miles. He assumed that it was well into the night when he decided to rest. The moon was high in the sky. Yawning, he slowly put out his mat. He crossed his fingers no one find him in the middle of the field and try to take all his stuff. But one could never know. So before he went to bed he dug a small hold and dropped the jewels in it. Pyre filled it back in and marked it with a rock, scratching the letter P into it.
Pyre didn’t dream that night, under the moon. So when he woke in the morning he went right back to walking. He was close now. To the point where magnolia was a faint outline on the horizon. The ocean beeeze was creeping it’s way up the hills towards him. He was happy to have moved.
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