.Candelights Plot.There are eight gods, the only three, listed, have a need to be saved. Abenaki, Landric and Ethenal. All trapped and dosed with a drug herb that makes them rot inside and be ill to their brains; weakened.
They are hidden in an ancient sanctum that is located below an unused tunnel system.
The Tribes are trying to race to see who will get their god first in the sanctum, but they find they will need help from the other five unlisted gods to open the sanctum door. The Tribes are sent to find the five unlisted gods, knowing they roam around lands that the Tribes have never pondered, or explored about.
But once the sanctum is opened, it is only for a few...the sanctum having difficult perplexing tunnels and a labyrinth.
Will they get out with their languish, scathe gods or stay and rot with them, forever trapped?
.One Day."One day I thought all of us will be sitting at the front porch of Clapton's, screaming at the top of our lungs our favorites songs; Poppy in my lap and Oakley holding Kherington with even Sebastian on the side of the twins. The screeching melody with not only just disturb the neighbors but it will mollify, cherish and give remedy to our weakling hearts and decaying bones and corrupted grey minds; having the time of our life, doing something we would love to do. But the boy who never got to do things with merry blessings has been buried down under a layer of melancholy tears, thick as tar and impossible to live through...slowly drowning by the sounds of laughter and blithe." -Lloyd Grimmett
.Crazy Beast Inside of Us."We hide. Talk. Then let the beast of the inside come out, and then we are loved...but sometimes left." -Lloyd
.I Hope. (Spoilers?)"You know...for an appeased, timid boy like you, Nike...you sure do tell a lot of things. Like a secret is forbidden to stay in your head, heart, throat and mouth." I look through his favorite book: Maniac Magee. A boy who was an orphan but had such astounding realistic abilities. My palm tries to smooth the dog-eared creases at the top corners of pages he must of halted at. I see a much bigger dog-eared crease and read the passage:
For all the life of him, he couldn't figure out why these East Enders called themselves black. He kept looking and looking, and the colors he found were gingersnap and light fudge and dark fudge and acorn and butterrum and cinnamon and burnt orange. But never licorice, which, to him, was real black.
"I remember this paragraph, Nike. You said Maniac Magee was the only white boy in a black portion but he just saw them all the same. He started to live with a black family and girl, her name was Amanda...you really loved the characters."
I kiss the