I feel that you should call me... Sol
"I feel that you should call me... Sol.." You say, wondering
why you said such name. The elderly man smiled, his whiskered face and
wrinkles forming a deep smile. His ivory white teeth showed and he
said, "Sol? incredible. You are who we seek. Sol means Sun. Come
Sun Child, we need to talk."
you stand and scratch your head, nursing your injuries. You look back
and forth between the boy and the old man.
