Chapter 9
He ran, he ran like his life depended on it, he hoped he was too late, he had to see her.
His heart beat was going fifty miles per hour, the forest was moving past in a blur, debris, dust, stones and twigs flew up in the air anywhere he went, he had it in his hands, just a little more distance and she would be saved.
He prayed, he had never prayers this much in his entire life. Honestly he didn't even have much to pray for before now but he prayed.
He was almost there, he spent two years looking for the goddess flower and now that he had it he could finally cure her.
They say only the pure of heart can assess it and the plant brings good fortune, now he had it.
Maya would surely be ok now, she was all he had, all thar he needs, his sanity depends on her well being.
Branche
