

Jack Stone Untitled, Chapter 1There is a tale in every child. Something that needs to be discovered. Some children will go and fulfill to their highest potentials, some will never be what they could have been. I have a feeling, though, that this child will have great potential; and someday the world will grow to know his name. An elderly woman paced down a bare grassland, holding a toddler child to her breast. The air was cold and the sky was dark. An eerie wind caressed the face of both the woman and the child. The elderly womans scarf blew in the wind and slapped her icy nose, making it sting. The child lay in her arms, cozy, and sniffed thJack Stone Untitled, Chapter 1
-Spadester
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