Who made this?
Brighton's hair starts to look a little more red to you. his face a
little more unfamiliar.You close your eyes for a few moments then open
them and look at your brother again. His face now looks fine. A little
beat and dirty,but at least like your brothers face. Your head is
still poundig in your skull.
"Keela my sister,why don't you give me your necklace for safe
keeping intell your feeling stronger. He holds out his hand,waiting
for the necklace.
"Brighton, You of all people know father said for me never to
remove this stone.
Brighton's face turned red in anger "Keela, GIVE ME THE NECKLACE!
You put a protective hand over the stone arond your neck. Something is
wrong with Brighton you tell yourself.
"Brighon since when did you learn how to cook?" You say as
you hold the wooden spoon in your hand the next bite of stew dripping
off. "Since mom and dad passed on to the nether world I'm the
only one who has picked up a laddel to stir a stew?"
