Novel & Cerita Gon Marketplace Animals

Even someone with poor vision could see that they were related. “And who are you?” My mother Brook’s father. “My name is Jason Blakley, also known as the Legendary Crescent Wolf, or in your case, the true Alpha King.” He said, his voice booming through the auditorium with such authority, that it was hard to deny his claim.

We’d wake up in a tangle, disoriented and warm, Myra standing in the doorway shaking her head fondly. “If you’re going to collapse,” she’d say, “at least you chose somewhere soft.” *** The world outside Mooncrest walls shifted, too. Bloodthorn opened a market that wasn’t a market of wolves. I went once, with Mara as my unofficial guard and Damon keeping a deliberate distance at the other end of the square. There were stalls selling cloth and tools, herbs, and carved toys. At the entrance, a sign hung in large, plain letters: *NO SALES OF PERSONS. NO COLLARS. NO CONTRACTS WITHOUT WITNESSES.*

All the gathered soldiers, politicians and negotiators looked at the tables near them to see who was the first one to try. Poisoned or not, the aroma of the myriad of magical treats aroused the appetite of the masses. Still, no one made a move for a breath until a booming voice shocked the audience. "Very good, Maru. What’s the name of this one? What kind of chicken or pork is it?” the same burly man announced like he was conversing with a long time friend and not with the recently met aliens. "That creature is called a Wild Tapan, Mr. Gordon. It's a low tiered magical beast." Maru explained.

Monty, who was an old man by now but still the hero of this new world, knew that he couldn't leave the world like this and so he spent the remainder of his life building a special academy. In this academy, he, along with his dearest and most trusted friends, taught people not only how to use their gifts better but also how to combat the animals. Monty developed classes and courses in the hope that he could train what he called fighters, people with gifts, to protect and defend the world from the mutated animals. He made sure that they were all properly taught and trained before being given special jobs and missions that would force his fighters to journey into the Wild. As Monty started his

“It’s a working ranch where they rescue, breed, and preserve wild hoof stock, like zebras, giraffes, deer, antelope, and many more. You’ll love the experience!” “Is it a zoo?” asked Adrian, in confusion. I smiled at him and nodded. “Sort of, but the animals are free, like in a sanctuary.” They knew what a sanctuary was since our neighbor’s son showed them pictures of his last project work at school. “How did you know about it? Did you visit it with someone?” I knew what Zion was getting at. Was he stupid? Did he think I would leave the kids behind and visit the place for a hook-up?