Commission for  thehotrodhero story also done by him.

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Krystal stepped out of her hut and into the center of the village in which she lived. After taking a deep breath, she started to go forth, when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

“Going for a walk then, Krystal?” a gentle female voice asked.

“Yes, Mum;” said Krystal, “I’m going to see if the river is full yet.” Krystal’s mother, Aliea, smiled and said,

“It ought to be after the rain we had for the past two days. I’m guessing you’re happy to get out of the hut.”

“I sure am;” said Krystal, “When would you like me back?”

“Just try to be back before two;” said Aliea, “I don’t want your lunch to go cold.”

“I’ll do that, Mum.” said Krystal.

“And remember…” added Aliea, “Don’t cross the river alone.”

“I won’t!” Krystal promised as she bounded off, “I love you, Mum!”

“I love you too, my little warrior!” Aliea called after her daughter. Krystal exited the village and was soon walking along the path that she knew led to the river. The sun was in the sky, Cernia’s fauna chirped around her, and the little vixen couldn’t be happier.