The TreasureHe sat down by the outer hedges of the King’s garden looking to be a bit distressed. From the looks of his dark armored clothing it was obvious he was a guard of some sort under Skedire Blackhart the Fifth’s rule. He moved his left hand up, which was fair colored much like the rest of him, and to his head where he scratched an itch under his jet black hair. He smiled as he moved an object securely covered with a white cloth from his lap to the fresh green grass on the ground. He lifted his head from his treasure to look around. His dark eyes watching for every movement, the bits of baby blue in them seemed to flash as he searched the area. HeThe Treasure
Dear Uncle....Dear Uncle....um, what was your name again? Mom, made me...er told me to write you a letter because I have to be the one to go find you at the train station. I apoligize if I sound rude here, but this is the last sheet of paper I could find and I don't want to waste the ink in my pen by scratching out words that shouldn't be there, it also would be too sloppy looking. Anyways, I'll be at the train station next week in a completely orange outfiDear Uncle....
My kitty
WOW, I'm an idiot!
Embarrassed
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