Uhhhhh “Oh, hello (omg in ato-correct it said the next word would be habibi XD D A N K M E M E) child, you feeling well?” I blinked my eyes open, witch were now in focus. “WELL?! You just used my bad knowledge of herbs to put me too sleep again!! Not funny! You said it’d help!” I yelled, and the wolf recoiled. “Calm yourself, child. It was only chamomile! It won’t kill you” I turned away. “Well you’ve never been betrayed!” Silence. I had seemed to have struck a nerve. “Listen, child. Let me tell you the story of your history”
A long, long long time ago, lived a man. He was called Joy stag. Joy wished for riches, and happiness. He one day found a flower. A great, eternal moonbloom. He wished that he could be rich, claiming it to be to help a loved one. The flower granted his wish, and the man returned home, thousands of pounds in his pocket. The man returned, wishing for his enemy to die. The moonbloom granted his wish. But one day, on his third wish, Joy k!lled his wife. He wished for her to come back, so he could say sorry. He k!lled for revenge. He was jealous. But the flower denied his wish, and Joy cut its stem. The flower cursed his family to forever to, at the age of 12, slowly turn into a remorseless lion, to feel what the man felt to the flower and die with that feeling...
