The corridor with a light at the end of it was a beacon of good tidings to the small warrior, he had a direction to head to, he just hoped it was the right way to go. There was no way in the whole world that Ball was going to turn back and disgrace himself in this mini-adventure he put himself in. A world of trouble he would get himself in personally if he did.
Answers he hoped were in that light. And thusly Ball took to them. Using is mighty dog of a mount as it was intended for, a mount. Ball rode the furry dog towards the light, goading it with prodding tentacles as it tried to whimper and turn back to the wall in an attempt to get free.
Answers he hoped were in that light. And thusly Ball took to them. Using is mighty dog of a mount as it was intended for, a mount. Ball rode the furry dog towards the light, goading it with prodding tentacles as it tried to whimper and turn back to the wall in an attempt to get free.
Created goes to Arandolya
