"She followed the bright light down through the forest to the river. The light followed the current of the river, and kept moving fast. She waded into the river, following as quickly as she could. When it was within her reach, it flew skyward, off towards the moon. She reached out hoping to catch it in her claws, but to no avail.
The crescent shape of the moon seemed to fill in at that moment...
and all the good souls of the people that passed away that day where gone."

I'm doing one 'best i can do' picture in each of the 3 sketchbook's I'm filling out for people. This is the one in Razerz book. D:
story was something that popped into my mind while drawing it.

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