The lion sat back on his haunches and closed his eyes. Francis did the same.
As the sun stealthily rose Francis could see wings, large wings, drawn back behind this wonderful creature. He was not of stone, hewn not from any rock, nor was he with fur and fibre.
“You are no earthly creature” he blurted, “What do you want from me?”
The massive beast shimmered tossing his mane this way and that, as though he were shaking raindrops off his coat.
He opened his eyes and growled. “I want to tell you a story my son.”
Francis smiled ever so lightly; with a nod, he drew his blanket close.
- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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