There was a memory of mourning locked away in his mind and smothered by time. There were fragments of recollections when he'd given comfort to loved ones at such sorrowful events. There was a time when he cared to do more - but that time had long ago passed ( Read more... )

The sun woke him up. He'd forgotten to close the drapes last night after spending time on the porch with his host. He rubbed sleep from his eyes and then lazily got out of bed. This was a nice spot Korda had, he thought while looking out the window. He'd always like the Americas, especially South. The view was of Rio and it was clear this ( Read more... )

On his way out, Kronos spots Cee and Korda standing by the cakes and strolls over. "Nice to see you again. Nice dress Littlest Immortal ... and ... hey ... nice kilt!" He smiles at Cee and chuckles at Korda ( Read more... )

Kronos had spent the day driving to the castle. At around seven in the evening he arrived just at the front gate. The bridge did not look wide enough but somehow he got the truck over it. He pulled the vehicle over to the side of the road on the grass and jumped out of the cab. Inside the trailer was his prized gift, an entire load of Girl Scout ( Read more... )