Descendant (Secrets Of The Makai) - Plot & Excerpts
He hadn't had time or reason to play with them before. Maybe they really did hold the key to everything? There had to be some hidden meaning to the word "play" or "focus". The rock at the base of his trail looked a lot like a dock from a distance. The fishing pole and jug were right where he'd left them. He emptied the jug over the nearest bush and carried it to the end of the dock-rock, kneeling carefully to reach the deeper water. Before the jug touched the surface, Tristan caught sight of his reflection and froze. The whites of his eyes and his teeth nearly glowed in contrast to his skin, which was completely black with soot. He wasn't sure if he should laugh or cry as he sat back on his heels. The smooth lake reflected everything perfectly. Beautifully. No wonder the old woman couldn't stop laughing at him. He shook his head and got back to the business of filling the jug, then took off his shirt and dunked it to scrub his face and arms. He could've sworn he'd done a better job earlier, but the black on his shirt was proof enough.
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