The sun shone it’s light seductively into the woods, spilling waves of luminance on its dark green leaves. The wide, expansive woods were colored with a hint of lethargy, the afternoon heat silencing the tireless birds. However, a sudden flock of great tit birds leapt into the air, as if startled, agitating the peacefulness of the forest. The birds formed a cylindrical pillar, landing in a field not far from the woods.
On Light’s Year 791, 3rd Day of 8th Month, the sky of Narcissus County was as clear as crystal. Not one cloud was seen in the air, hinting at its appropriateness for a road trip. It wasn’t so for Prince O’Neil, however, he thought it to be intolerable.
"No! Not there!" Oscar winced and whined. "Oh Percy! Can you please be softer! Oh, not there! Higher!"
The Poison Doctor was a little impatient, the poor kid’s injury wasn’t that bad, but the damage to his viscera wasn’t easy to take care of.
