The Tale Of Shalom By: Princess Of Light (Part 1)

“And the words engraved upon the cover read Shalom. They say the book was buried centuries ago, after an army of darkness rallied to find and use the power of the words within. They do not know of where the book was placed, but the only clues that have been passed down were, east through the valley toward Miricales.”

RRRRAAA! Screamed a young boy sitting behind a group of girls. Laughter could be heard among the crowd of children sitting indian style in there pajamas. Every Saturday evening the children of Krystales gather together to hear the ancient tales of the old wise man who lived above the village as a guardian.

He was quite tall and slender with pale inviting eyes shaded with a hint of blue. He always wore a white hooded cloak and sandals. With him he carried a long staff that guided him, due to his age. The village seen him as a guardian, the children seen him as a father.

After the laughter died down the old guardian quickly gathered himself and said a blessing upon the children. Each child bowed their heads and listened to his majestic words. At the end, they proceeded with a bow and gather their blankets.

“Tomorrow, we will finish the tale of Shalom,” said the old guardian.

The children followed him out the door and into the hot muggy night. Passing each home the children were let off one by one. Finally each child was home and safe, and the old guardian proceeded toward his home atop the village.

“Is he gone yet?”

“I think so… can you see above the window?”

“His light has gone…c’mon………you have your pack?”

With those few words, two children by the name of Shelia and Jarred made there way out the tiny window. Holding a map in one hand and there packs in another, the two began to walk.

“So… where do you think this book is exactly?”

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