Anden
The Sun and the Moon
In an endless game of hide and seek
"Thanks." Anden squatted down to pick up some of his spikes. He wasn't sure why, but he thought they might be useful later on. "I didn't think of them as a weapon." They were a curse. It was all a curse. Atleast that's what he had always thought, but maybe he would need to accept that The Voice wasn't entirely as evil as he made her out to be in his mind.
"So what is it." Anden asked. "What can I do for you?"
The Sun and the Moon
In an endless game of hide and seek
In an endless game of hide and seek