Making Money Just By Breathing

"I'm... too… tired…" Kiki whined. She couldn't keep up the paddling anymore. Just then….

And we could all use a little change

"Are you okay?" he called again.

"Long ago back when the realm of sadarof was united the kingdoms of the humans, the dwarves, and the elves. The humans ruled the kingdom of Astof. While the humans worked and slept the kingdom of Wakua the elves advanced upon their land. The humans had a secret weapon they had the Dwarves make in their stronghold Tehaod. Until the ruler of Wakua, Daoran, began planning to take over the lands. They were ready to go to war but they would not be able to do it alone. They went to the evil wizard Sishap and asked him to grant the ruler of astof king Daoran immortality. The wizard was not as dumb as the king so the wizard put a curse on him. "For when the moment comes" said the wizard "you will not die." The foolish king believed Sishap, that led to the king's demise. For when the time came the king went into battle he did not die, but was wounded. The ruler of the dwarven kingdom of Wakua attacked the foolish king cutting his head off. The kings body fell but the head of the foolish king was still alive." (3000 years later) "What a boring story" said our hero "Hey I wasn't done speaking" said the severed talking head. "Too bad I'm tired it's getting dark if we don't sleep now we won't make it to  shakshuka or whatever it's called" said our hero. "It's pronounced shankakana" corrected the head. "Yeah, yeah whatever just go to sleep" said the hero annoyingly.

    "Why are you even here? Genkei caught himself asking before he could think of the question. Genos turned to look at the boy, his face neutral.

It seemed that the Alpha had started by chopping off his right hand completely.

As Justin opens the locked door chanting magic a bright white light uncovers onto the five as Justin says-

Night was nearing the world once again, attempting to settle it from the rousing terror that the day had suffered. The air in the forest was tense as Rogue gradually made his way through the wood – his mind about to dive into turmoil. Since he had left the wall, his mind was in a continuous loop of agony and distress. His surviving little ones, although emotionally battered as well, had attempted to calm the titan down – their efforts showing no sign in working. Rogue then climbed back into his cove, his limbs shaky with every movement. Every living creature seemed to watch the titan as he suddenly collapsed to his knees, making a crater and jolting his cargo. Rogue's body shivered as he reached up and retrieved his little ones. As if his arm went limp, Rogue's hand dropped to the grass with the two children tumbling unharmed from his palm. The titan then bent over, his long locks touching the lush ground and his arms snaking upward to hug his frame – his own nails nearly breaking his though hide.