On the Evil Scale: Keeper of La Tecla (The Key) Book Two

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๐ธrik and I engaged in a heated dispute over Molockโ€™s appearance; an argument that ended with regrettable words. My mom added her voice, disapproving Erikโ€™s lack of respect and understanding. He released his Demon rage as he shattered glass ornamental desk decorations, including the PC screens that cracked down the center. He was afraid of using his arcane magics in my presence then stormed out of the study in a huff, realizing it was two against one.


My mom comforted me as I shook my head in disbelief.


โ€œNow you see?โ€ I regarded, โ€œNow you see. Hearing about it is one thing but there you goโ€ฆyou saw for yourselfโ€ฆโ€


โ€œYesโ€ฆyes, I see now.โ€ my mom whispered, โ€œThat boy has issues and every little thing lately, sets him off so you be careful, baby girlโ€ฆyou be careful when youโ€™re around him. Purebloods I hear are intense and can have terrible tempers.โ€

โ€œI donโ€™t think heโ€™d dare to lay a hand on me, but you donโ€™t have to tell me twice.โ€ I agreed, โ€œNow, I have to deal with a DemonJinn I know NOTHING about, other than what he told us but I donโ€™t know if it was all true. Marxus is gone up thereโ€ฆโ€ I waved my hand toward the heavens, โ€œwhich is why I need your help with research from books I have, uhโ€ฆhidden away.โ€ I placed my hands on my momโ€™s shoulders, โ€œWait here.โ€ I walked toward the bookshelf making my way up to the room; retrieving as many books on demons as I could carry, including the Demon book Marxus had given to me.

My mom stood within the chamber glancing up toward the curved stairs, hearing words cursed under my breath as I juggled books in my arms, while descending the rickety steps. A few books fell from my arms, landing at her feet which she picked up with great care.

โ€œThrowing things at me again?โ€ she teased.

โ€œSorry.โ€ I chuckled, as we reentered the study; the bookshelf closed behind us.

Hours later, we remained in the study; books spread open on the tables and seats alongside us, resulting in the same revelation. There was NO mention of a DemonJinn or Molock recorded in any of them. The only found information was Sumeriaโ€™s history but it wasnโ€™t much. Just what everyone knows about it from tomb carvings and what was deciphered and I donโ€™t think it was accurate. We exchanged expressions of worry for we didnโ€™t know if this man, if this Molock meant us harm or trickery, so we were going to tread carefully especially on my part for I didnโ€™t know the full extent of his demonic side and I didnโ€™t want that to become alluring and cloud my judgement. Closing all the books and laying them on the table in front of us, we sat in silence.

โ€œBut he was quite fascinating.โ€ my mom closed a few books that were laid before her.

โ€œYes, he was but that doesnโ€™t mean I trust him.โ€ I answered.

โ€œSweetheart, did you hear me say trust him?โ€ my mom argued, โ€œNo. I just said he was fascinating and speaking of HIM, whatโ€™s this about him appearing on your patio?โ€

โ€œYeah, about thatโ€ฆโ€ I scratched my neck beneath my chin nervously, โ€œit wasnโ€™t like that at all, but Zanz and Abraxas woke me to inform me there was someone in my room and that they were on my patio. Soโ€ฆโ€ I explained the events of that night, โ€œthere you go.โ€

โ€œWow. Thatโ€™s...not a creepy pervert at all.โ€ my mom teased.

โ€œMommy, come on...itโ€™s not like that.โ€ I smiled, then we engaged in a moment of laughter.


Days passed and Molock hadnโ€™t reappeared and that was beginning to worry me. I wondered what game he wanted to play, hoping to beat him at it before anything unexpected happened. I informed the guards and residents of his presence, instructing everyone to be alert if or when, anything unnatural occurred. Silly instructions, I know because anything goes on this god forsaken island. And well, thatโ€™s EXACTLY what happened as the guards patrolled the wall near the front gates as lime-green pillars of light flashed below creating a semi-circle shape, causing the Wraiths and Demons to shield their eyes from the illuminessence; a brightness that could be seen from the residents homes, village and manor.

โ€œNow what!?โ€ I mumbled standing on the balcony, watching it fade then running back inside the study, I grabbed my phone contacting the guards on the wall, while exiting the upper level of the manor, making my way outside. Residents exited the lounge and dining hall, rushing their questions and concerns of which I dismissed at that moment.

Focusing their gaze once the light faded, the guards peeked their heads over the wall, where a group of 12 strangely dressed individuals stood. Looking at each other curiously, Caleb turned to Nick and complained,

"Bloody hellโ€ฆwhat the hell is going on โ€™round here!? Who are they now!?โ€

โ€œHow the f*ck should I know?โ€ Nick answered, โ€œIโ€™ll go tell Yza.โ€

โ€œNo need. Sheโ€™s coming.โ€ Justin called out, pointing toward the vast field between the wall and manor, โ€œWow, that birdโ€™s fast. Definitely in shape...โ€ he watched as a hound, dragon and petite figure approached the wall. He, Caleb and Nick appeared below in a quick greeting then revealed the occurrence in accurate detail, โ€œOne minute, there was nothing and then poof, just like bloody magic, no pun intended, theyโ€™re standing there.โ€ Justin exaggerated truthfully, โ€œTheyโ€™re waiting outside the outer gate per your instruction but you gotta tell us, loveโ€ฆwhat the hell is going on?โ€

โ€œI have no f*cking clue, Justin!โ€ I shrugged, โ€œIโ€™m going from day-to-day just like you guys, learning and seeing all kinds of new sh*t.โ€ I complained, โ€œSo, just go open the gates, but I want you and every guard to have your weapons ready. You knowโ€ฆjust in case. Quickly...โ€ I turned Justin around giving a gentle push forward.

He didnโ€™t disappear, but removed his phone sending word by text and once sent and received, we glanced around the wall; figures stood at the walls ledge waving their hands in preparation.

โ€œDone.โ€ he turned to me.

โ€œOpen the gatesโ€ฆI wonโ€™t say that a third time.โ€ I ordered then glanced down at Zanz and Abraxas.

Two of six guards near the gate approached, opening the inner gate, allowing the strangers through the tunnel. Strolling in elegant strides, they spoke among themselves in a language unfamiliar to those standing near. Focusing their attention upon us, we felt uneasy for those who studied their eyes, they were gold in color; revealing they werenโ€™t human. Respectfully, they bowed their heads which we returned. One of the male figures stepped forward; a black cloak with a Leopard skin draped his shoulders, hung loosely over his attire. Gold embroidered stitchery ran along the cloakโ€™s trim with a silver clasp fastened beneath the skins holding the neckline together. He flipped the cloak over his shoulders, revealing strange black and red attire and two large Scimitar swords hidden in their sheaths, hanging in place by their frogs. Covering his head and face, was a red striped Turban and a leather band keeping it in place; almost Arab in attire. Removing the piece of fabric draped across his face, he revealed carved, striking Nubian features; complimenting his gold eyes and trimmed goatee flecked gray. Runic tattoos ran down the right side of his face and down his neck in an artistic pattern that looked vaguely familiar. His muscular build matched his 6โ€™2 statuesque frame. His eyes scanned the figures standing before him and his kin, then down toward the hound and dragon at the young womanโ€™s feet.

โ€œWho is the Keeper of Keys!?โ€ he implored in a powerful voice, with an elegant African dialect.

Caleb, Justin and Nick stepped back, leaving me standing there as if I were a lamb thrown to the wolves. Taking notice of their hesitant behavior, I stepped forward scanning his appearance and those of his people then replied confidently,

โ€œThat would be me.โ€

He studied my appearance with slightly squinted eyes; he raised his left eyebrow then questioned in a series of riddles,

โ€œHow do I know if you are the Keeper, when you do not present the keys? If you do not present the keys, then you are not the Keeper.โ€

I turned beholding the Wraiths behind me who shrugged, shifting their weight which gave me the answer, as keys rattled from Nickโ€™s belt. I grinned as I turned, facing the stranger, answering with a riddle of my own,

โ€œThe Keeper possesses many keys, so which do you seek for all have their own purpose.โ€

The stranger grinned as a woman stepped forward, speaking in the same African dialect. Throwing back her cloak, she presented black and gold attire and skins, matching the maleโ€™s. She removed the Turban from her face, revealing beautiful carved features; cat shaped golden eyes, resembling the Egyptian Queen, Nefertiti. Her hair was braided down the right side with the same runic symbols but of different meaning. She stood 5โ€™9 in height with a slender-to-medium toned build.

โ€œOnly the true Keeper could have figured out the meaning behind that riddle.โ€ she spoke.

โ€œIndeed.โ€ the man added, โ€œMay I have your hand?โ€

โ€œWhy?โ€ I hesitated, taking a step back.

โ€œI will not harm you.โ€ the man reassured.

โ€œIโ€™m sorry, but itโ€™s justโ€ฆwhen strangers come through my gates asking for body parts, it could present some hesitation and caution.โ€ I remarked sarcastically.

The manโ€™s eyes squinted, while the woman alongside him chuckled.

โ€œPleaseโ€ฆโ€ he held out his hands, waiting for mine; he watched as the young woman slowly reached out her right hand, placing it in his.

The Wraith guards placed their hands on their weapons anxiously ready to protect; Abraxas and Zanz released low growls as they shifted in place. I turned to them, silencing them immediately. The man and woman gazed in their direction, never seeing such a small dragon or hellhound before.

โ€œWhatever youโ€™re going to doโ€ฆdo it quickly.โ€ I instructed, โ€œYouโ€™re making them nervous by placing your hands on their mother.โ€

โ€œMother?โ€ the woman questioned curiously.

โ€œYes. Mother.โ€ I answered.

โ€œHmm.โ€ she grinned, folding her arms.

The Nubian man gently lifted my sleeve, revealing the key tattoo. He smirked, as did the woman. Holding my arm with his left hand, he stroked my inner arm; from tattoo, to fingertips with his right hand. Once finished, I felt a tingling sensation down my arm revealing what it was he sought. Only visible to their eyes or so they thought, runic symbols appeared on the palm of my hand and fingertips. The man and woman glanced at each other, nodding, as if pleased with what they found.

โ€œTwo quick questions. One, can I have my hand back if youโ€™re done, please and secondโ€ฆwhat was that!?โ€ I inquired.

The manโ€™s strong eyes stared into mine; as did the womanโ€™s, sensing something out of the ordinary.

โ€œHow did you see!?โ€ the woman lectured.

โ€œYou mean the magical alphabet going on in the palm of my hand!? Call it a gift.โ€ I smiled, โ€œBut seriouslyโ€ฆwhat was that!?โ€

โ€œDo you know what it was she saw?โ€ Nick asked softly in a Wraithโ€™s whisper only Justin and Caleb could hear.

โ€œNo bloody clue.โ€ Justin added.

โ€œThis is bonkersโ€ฆโ€ Caleb muttered.

โ€œThat of which you shouldnโ€™t have seen, was the magical imprint of the mark that was given to you.โ€ the man announced baffled, โ€œBut HOW did you see!?โ€

โ€œOnly our kind can see magical imprints.โ€ the woman argued, โ€œWhat are you!?โ€ she stepped forward examining my face and eyes, as if searching for something.

The Wraiths behind me stepped forward in warning not to venture any closer as did Zanz and Abraxas.

โ€œMaโ€™am, pleaseโ€ฆstop staring at me! You wonโ€™t find anything, unless I want you to.โ€ I argued, taking a step back.

โ€œFascinatingโ€ฆโ€ she clapped her hands close to her chest, โ€œyouโ€™re such an unnatural child.โ€ she pondered.

I sarcastically laughed aloud then snapped,

โ€œYouโ€™re not the first to tell me that, but I should be asking YOU that question!โ€ I studied their appearance, โ€œTattoos down your faces, gold eyes and tall-almost god-like heights. Youโ€™re Jinn, right!?โ€ I caught them by surprise because their existence isnโ€™t known to humans.

โ€œWhat the bloody hell are Jinn!?โ€ Caleb mocked.

โ€œGenies, mateโ€ฆgenies.โ€ Justin added with a smile.

โ€œNah, manโ€ฆgenies are genies and I donโ€™t think these are the types of beings that live in lamps, you know?โ€ Nick observed, โ€œNah, theyโ€™re not geniesโ€ฆโ€

โ€œHow did you know!?โ€ the Nubian man wondered, โ€œDid Marxus tell you of our race!?โ€

โ€œSadly, no. Marxus didnโ€™t tell me a damn thing but Iโ€™ve most recently met a Jinn. Quite different from you actually, but a Jinn nonetheless.โ€ I recalled confidently, โ€œNow, lookโ€ฆcan we please stop this back and forth questionnaire!? I donโ€™t even know your names, so letโ€™s start with that, yes!?โ€ I smiled.

The man and woman looked into each otherโ€™s eyes then glanced back at their kin. Clearing his throat the man declared softly,

โ€œMy name is Azir Jaheem Zuberi and this...โ€ he gestured toward the woman beside him, โ€œis my wife. Natash Jelani Zuberi. And weโ€ฆare Jinn.โ€ he bowed his head, as did the others.

โ€œAye, more Jinn!?โ€ Justin complained, โ€œWhatโ€™s next, mate!? Bloody Bigfoot!?โ€

โ€œThis is the Isle of Castillion, mateโ€ฆโ€ Caleb patted Nick and Justin on the back, โ€œwhere all sorts of creatures come. Anythingโ€™s possible. Besides, we already have a Bigfoot and his nameโ€™s Lancaster but Iโ€™m still waiting for the bloody fairies and elves.โ€

Nick and Justin chuckled.

I may not have been able to hear their thoughts because their supernatural race kept anyone from doing so, but I could still pick up on the emotions from the Wraiths standing behind me. Like I said, I may not have been able to read their mind but I could definitely speak to them telepathically and that I did,

โ€œWould the three of you please shut up?โ€ my voice sounded irritated as I glanced over my shoulder in their direction and making eye contact, the three young men stood straight; hands clasped behind their backs and smiles on their faces, โ€œCute...very cute.โ€ I finished with a shake of my head then turned my focus upon the Jinn continuing verbally, โ€œItโ€™s an honor to meet you. My name is Yzavela and these Wraiths here behind me sharing their whispers are Nick, Caleb and Justin; three of the islandโ€™s guards. They, among most here, patrol the wall. Soโ€ฆwhat brings you here and how did you hear of Marxusโ€™ passing?โ€

โ€œHe and I go way back, as that saying goes.โ€ Azir answered, โ€œBut perhapsโ€ฆโ€ he was interrupted.

โ€œWhatโ€™s going on?โ€ Erik suddenly appeared alongside me in a swirling blue flame, โ€œWho are you?โ€

โ€œUm, excuse me...but I was just in the middle of talking with my guests.โ€ I looked up at him, โ€œIf you donโ€™t mind standing back there, Iโ€™ll explain everything later. That is...if youโ€™ll stay and listen.โ€ I frowned.

Erik bit his lower lip, backing away to stand among friends. Leaning in, they revealed who the crowd was.

โ€œBloody hellโ€ฆnot more Jinn!? Are they genies!?โ€ Erik mocked.

โ€œI beg your pardon!? And you are!?โ€ Natash groaned.

โ€œIโ€™m Erik. Who are you!?โ€ he snapped arrogantly.

โ€œYouโ€™re the jacka** thatโ€™s being disrespectful!โ€ I snapped, โ€œAnd also one of the Isleโ€™s residents.โ€

โ€œResidents!? Thatโ€™s all I am now, is it!?โ€ Erik frowned.

โ€œMateโ€ฆโ€ Justin interrupted, โ€œcome on, donโ€™t.โ€

โ€œKeeper business. Got it. What else is new!?โ€ Erik interrupted then disappeared.

I closed my eyes, sighing in disappointment because I didnโ€™t need this sh*t and what I didnโ€™t realize, was that I began steaming which immediately sparked into my Aura.

โ€œYzaโ€ฆYzaโ€ฆโ€ Nick advised, โ€œyouโ€™re steamingโ€ฆyouโ€™re on fireโ€ฆโ€

I opened my eyes glancing down at my hands.

โ€œSh*t.โ€ I cursed then slowly turned to face Azir and his Jinn who stepped backwards in astonishment, yet caution.

โ€œYou are a Demon!?โ€ Natash worried, โ€œMarxus chose a Demon as Keeper!?โ€

โ€œImpossible. This must be a mistake!โ€ Azir argued.

โ€œYeah, hiโ€ฆIโ€™m right here.โ€ I barked in an agitated tone, โ€œMarxus didnโ€™t choose me. The orb did and I believe thisโ€ฆโ€ I removed the Keeperโ€™s pendant from around my neck, โ€œwas his, right? And yes, I am a demonโ€ฆand yes I have a hellhoundโ€ฆand yes, I have a Zyphyn and I am proud of it all, so if thatโ€™s an issue for you, there are the gates. I still havenโ€™t heard an answer to my question, as to why you are here!โ€ my Aura fully ignited at this point in anger.

โ€œTen pounds says a bush catches fire somewhere.โ€ Caleb joked.

โ€œI bet twenty.โ€ Justin added.

โ€œOh, come on guysโ€ฆI bet thirty and not a bush.โ€ Nick teased, โ€œI bet grass.โ€ they knuckle bumped; watching and waiting when sure enough, the grass at the Jinnโ€™s feet erupted in a momentary burst of flame. โ€œHa-haโ€ฆโ€ Nick quietly cheered, โ€œpay up, guysโ€ฆNicky wins.โ€ he held his hands out; Caleb and Justin placing their failed bets, โ€œThank you.โ€ he smiled, tucking the money in his jean pocket.

โ€œBugger off, mateโ€ฆโ€ Justin gently nudged Nick.

โ€œYou threeโ€ฆโ€ my voice interrupted their guy moment, โ€œget back to work.โ€ I nodded, โ€œAnd oh, Nickโ€ฆโ€ I approached him, โ€œnext time, bet higher.โ€ I winked as my Aura extinguished.

They smiled then swiftly vanished as I turned to the Jinn, apologizing for the unprofessional greeting.


Leonus clenched his fists, flexing his knuckles as he left the training area; a fierce workout left behind him. Walking across the estate grounds, he gazed toward the gates, where the half-breed stood with a group of strangers. Wiping sweat from his face with a towel, he strolled toward them, throwing the towel over his shoulder, in fast strides.

โ€œWhatโ€™s going on here!? Who are you, entering my gates without inspection!?โ€ Leonusโ€™ loud boisterous voice shouted.

I turned, watching as he grew closer.

โ€œOh, no...โ€ I mumbled then turned to Azir, โ€œI apologize for whatโ€™s about to be said or done. Or if someone catches aflame this time.โ€ I glanced down at the grass that was left singed and burnt.

โ€œAre you going to answer me!?โ€ Leonus barked, โ€œHmm, runt?โ€

Zanz and Abraxas took steps toward Leonus. They craved the moment where I ordered them to attack, having the urge to sink their teeth deep into the flesh of their enemy. Especially Zanz, as his hellhound nature riled up whenever Leonus came around. I grabbed onto his harness holding him back but I could feel his tense pull against my grasp. Abraxas flew from the ground, landing on my shoulder.

โ€œHow dare you speak...โ€ Natash interrupted catching a musky wet dog scent, โ€œLYCYNIAN! That figures. Sheโ€™s the Keeper and you will show respect!โ€

โ€œDonโ€™t remind me, painted woman.โ€ Leonus disrespected her smooth brown skin, โ€œAnd respect her!?โ€ he pointed at me, โ€œWhen Hell freezes over!โ€

Zanz growled, wanting to tear the Lycynian apart with his massive jaws that could easily wrap around his throat.

โ€œThey are my guests, Lancaster!โ€ I snapped standing forward in front of Azir, โ€œHow many times do I have to tell you, that youโ€™re not the damn Keeper!? Countless times now, so listen up Redwood Tree...if you donโ€™t want your tree stump cut down any shorter than it has been already or permanently locked away like a bad little dog...I suggest you take that tail between your legs, and walk back the way you came. And Iโ€™m being nice because I have guests, but you already know how I get when Iโ€™m not so nice. Now f*ck off, Redwood or Iโ€™ll have Zanz shred you to pieces slowly, then Abraxas can burn whatโ€™s left of you. What do you say?โ€ I tilted my head.

Leonus stared down at the woman standing before him with such disgust. I could see he wanted to attack me but as he glanced toward Azir and his Jinn, he noticed they all held their hands on the hilt of their weapons. Not knowing what warrior skills they possessed, he didnโ€™t dare. He nodded in frustration as he backed away, knowing he lost this round. I stood with my eyes closed then turned to Azir and his Jinn, apologizing once more, for his outburst.

โ€œHeโ€™s been giving me problems ever since he found out I was handed the Keeperโ€™s position and hasnโ€™t let it go. Or hasnโ€™t stopped trying to take it for himself.โ€

โ€œAnd you let him live here?โ€ Natash asked, โ€œWhy hasnโ€™t he been banished?โ€

โ€œBelieve me, Iโ€™ve thought about that but unfortunately that a**hole has a family and I wonโ€™t banish them just because of his actions.โ€ I replied, โ€œAlthough, my patience is running thin. Very thin.โ€

โ€œThat would not happen in our tribe.โ€ Natash added, โ€œThe whole family would be banished, Children or not.โ€

โ€œRespectfully...this isnโ€™t your tribe or homeland.โ€ I snapped, โ€œSo, Iโ€™m not banishing anyone.โ€

Azir stood there studying my persona.

โ€œWhat!?โ€ I shrugged.

Stepping forward, he spoke softly,

โ€œYou handled it accordingly and although we donโ€™t know much about each other yet, I sense weโ€™ll be very good allies in the future.โ€ he examined Zanz and Abraxas, โ€œAll of us.โ€

โ€œSure. Wraiths, Jinn, hounds, dragons...why not?โ€ I joked arrogantly, โ€œBut thank you and I hope we can become more than allies. If Marxus trusted you, he mustโ€™ve been very wise in doing so. Now, youโ€™re more than welcome to stay as long as you wish, so give me a few minutes to retrieve a shuttle that will accommodate all 12 of you and Iโ€™ll take you to the Inn.โ€ I backed away with Zanz and Abraxas then turned, sprinting toward the garage.

โ€œI like her.โ€ Natash smiled.

โ€œSheโ€™s just a child that knows nothing about this or the people on it.โ€ Azir frowned.

โ€œWhat are you saying? That Marxus made a mistake? That the orb made a mistake?โ€ Natash argued, โ€œMy love, you know once it chooses, thereโ€™s no undoing it unless the chosen one rightfully hands it over to someone else and honestly, I donโ€™t see that happening.โ€ she gazed across the field.

โ€œAnd why not? Have you seen her future?โ€

โ€œNo. Believe me, I tried but she has a strong block. Perhaps, itโ€™s because of her half-breed origins of which I have never seen before...โ€ Natash revealed, โ€œI donโ€™t know, but we, my love, are here upon Marxusโ€™ request to her and thatโ€™s exactly what weโ€™re going to do.โ€

โ€œMm.โ€ he stroked his goatee then watched as a shuttle approached, โ€œYou know, dear girl...we know where the Inn is, so this isnโ€™t necessary.โ€

โ€œProbably not, but humor the idea.โ€ I smiled.

Once he and his kin were tucked away inside the craft with slightly cramped conditions due all to their tall muscular frames, Azir and I spoke along the way about Marxus. Parking outside near the Inn; Zanz and Abraxas guarded the vehicle, my guests and I entered the Innsโ€™ cozy lobby; friendly clerks greeting us from behind the desk. Registering them in the guest-log book and escorting them to their accommodating rooms, I asked to speak with Azir and Natash on a more professional basis; agreeing to a meeting two days from now. Exiting the Inn, I glanced back at its doors when I heard my momโ€™s voice call out my name over the rushing crowd. Scanning through, there she was, standing near the townsโ€™ fountain. I smiled, strolling in her direction. Standing there talking to her, I informed her of the islandsโ€™ new magical guests; revealing they were Jinn.

โ€œJinn!? You mean, like Molock!?โ€ my momโ€™s eyes grew wide.

โ€œI donโ€™t know yet. They just arrived and are settling in at the Inn. Theyโ€™re African dignitaries, so it seems. Iโ€™m meeting with them two days from now, soโ€ฆthereโ€™ll be a lot to talk about. Oh, and did I forget to mention they knew Marxus!?โ€ I informed.

โ€œMarxus!? Wow. He was a busy man. Made his rounds in the magical community.โ€ she pondered curiously, wondering where else he had visited.

โ€œMm-hmm.โ€ I relayed what we spoke of during the ride to the Inn, โ€œAnd Iโ€™m sure thereโ€™s much more to hear.โ€

โ€œFascinating. This place grows more intriguing by the day.โ€ my mom smiled.

โ€œYup, but Iโ€™m still waiting for Bigfoot and Loch-Ness.โ€ I joked.

โ€œWell, thereโ€™s already a Bigfoot on the island.โ€ my mom referred to Leonus.

I released a hardy chuckle; as did she and together, we strolled through the crowd.

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