Moya 100 WC

When I grew up I was supposed to be  the god of the ocean. That’s why we were going on a boat. I jumped onto the boat along with mother and father. We were still on the boat when we felt a shake. Then we saw a wave crashing down on us. My mother quickly said, “My daughter from young to old, for in one hundred thousand years her tale will be once again be told!” “Goodbye, Astora….” my father said as the wave crashed down on them and I fell asleep.

100,000 years later.

I woke up. “Mother and father!” I said. I sat up and looked around. Then I realized I was in a forest.

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