Thick droplets of water fell heavily from the sky, landing with wet sounding splats on the large fern leaves that obscured the jungle floor of Felarya, an after effect of the torrential storm that had just passed. Dying rays of sunlight was barely able to penetrate the canopy and it was almost as black as full on night to those on the jungle floor. For as unique and life-filled a place as Felarya was stillness had fallen over it that was almost eerie, the few creatures that did make noise quickl
Chapter One: Not in Kansas anymore...
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