Everything in the letter was false, as good as hoping the sun explodes and rain sugar around the world. The predictions were abysmally wrong, and Shadow of Masan had lost this time because Sylvester was not just another fanatic soldier.
'You couldn't have been more wrong with your prediction.'
"Maxy! Look!"
Miraj's voice shook Sylvester out of his thoughts. He looked at the snake and found Miraj sitting on the top of her nose. Ashra didn't seem as sad now as before, and a newfound scent of hope was there.
"So, what did you decide?" Sylvester asked.
Miraj patted the snake's nose, not scared at all by the giant. "Hehe, she says she will go with us."
"..."
"But that's not possible, and what did you tell her?"
Miraj proudly folded his paws and sat back. "I said Maxy is the best, and I was sad and lonely once. Then you came, and I became very happy. I said you give me lots of treats, and play with me."
