When she did so she surveyed her surrounding her eyes stopping on a giant tree that stood at, at least, 190 meters, "A Hyperion," she muttered to herself, but the leaves were filled with different colors.
That is my 5-year-old daughter. After you reach the peak of existence it really doesn't matter anymore. I have created cosmos, destroyed worlds, and started over again, but the most precious thing to me is my family.
Back for a few months ago. Grandpa was suffering from exaggeratedly disease. He can't stand on his own even can move a single act. He was like a straight old oak wood breathing normally. My grandpa and I go to an herb doctor bringing the shirt that grandpa wear that horrific night. The old scary herb doctor with a red tied handkerchief on his forehead told us that grandpa has been punished by a fairy because he strikes it on the river. I was very shocked that time I've heard the herb doctor told us, it was very accurate from what grandpa told me that night. After having a long conversation with the herb doctor, we walk straightforward to our house.
"Can you believe it? The gall of that brat, does he thinks he can order us around just because he is a prince?" An angry voice said from a room. Finding that this might be related I approached the door but stayed outside to hear what was being said.
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