For many days after this, Jake sat in a pensive state. Then rose up to pack a bag, not bothering to shut the gate. After a day of walking Northward, Jake stood aloft the Southern Cones. That rose above the Crinkle Plains, that lay about his home. A sadness overcame him, as he descended toward the sea. He pondered on the conversation, between the flower and the bee. These people of the Nothal isle. What makes them hunger so? Striving to obtain all there is, leaving pain wherever they go. This question stayed with Jake, as he walked along the shore. Seeing sights unfurl to him, sights he had not seen before. Just as twilight settled, he came across some rocks. Scattered about in different sizes. Like discarded childrens blocks. He lit himself a fire, then rested back on slab of stone. He could not shake the feeling, that he did not sit alone. Chewing on some dehydrated leotard. Jake struggled with inevitable sleep. He thought he must be dreaming, as he saw the stones begin to creep. Leaping to his feet in haste. His mind aglow with fearful thoughts. The rocks WERE! drawing nearer, to the fire where it was warm. "Never have I seen such mystic wonder" Jake said "There is witchcraft about this night"! "No such thing" the largest stone spoke. You gave to us just as much fright. "We are the rolling stones, all of us are centuries old". "Begrudge us not the rare opportunity, to chase away the cold". Jake threw more wood upon the fire, so that more could feel the heat. Choosing to stand for now, lest anything else should choose to speak. "Where is it that you wander to"! The stone then asked of Jake. "To the very tip of SOTHAL, where there I'll find my fate". "You seek the Port of Pricklethorn, thats sits at the top of the bay". "Be careful there my roving friend, it is a place I would not stay". "I have not travelled this way before, tell me what lays ahead". "There is much to hold in awe, becareful". the stone finally said. "We listen to chattering gulls, that fly between the lands". "We know that very near to now, our end is close at hand". "You are this nations only hope, but you will not stand alone". "Do not tarry long on the coast, you are needed elsewhere Jake Amblestone". "How is it you know my name"? Jake put the question forward. "Nevermind, just lay down you head. for you cannot travel on tired". When he awoke the rocks were still, no response could he obtain. So with his head full of thoughts, he set off along the coast again. Three whole nights & three whole days, he travelled with no disruption. Twas on the fourth day, he was to be introduced to seduction. Like a tiny glittering gem, it lay upon the shore. The seaside town of Kackleberry, held lots of gifts in store................. ........................................... .........To Be Continued.
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