The Wise Raccoon
The large hand squeezes the orcs tightly. You start to examine the
large, sparkley hand. It doesn't have an arm! You look about a yard
away. A racoon wearing a strange brown robe waves a walking stick to
the same movement of the hand. Then the hand disappears and the orcs
look at the Racoon. Snooch starts toward him. The racoon's hand
sparkels and Snooch pauses a moment then runs with Bonber not far
behind him. "Are you-" you start to say but are cut of,
"-the wise old racoon." says the magical creature.
"Please. Do you know-" again you are cut off. "-who
you are?
yes I do. You are Prince Nickoli Torrent, son of the now deciced King
Samson Torrent and Queen Isabelle Torrent, Brother of Prince Cocon
Torent." At this you shudder! Cocon the large golden armored
man with a skull for a helmet WAS your brother. "No! No! No!
No!" You yell running back to camp. Once out of the Racoon's
woods, You rest a wile. Then you start walking back to camp.
As soon as you start out you here a menecing voice from under the
bridge over Torent River. "Cross my bridge wish thee than answer
me these questions three!"
