gastile.

Further down the path, she spotted an old wooden wagon.

Fascinated by its old wooden carvings,

she glanced inside the window;

“Hello?” she whispered. 

“Is anyone home?”

Then with a giant THUD, a man with a green striped shirt jumped out of the wagon.

The man was accompanied by a large carved spear. 

“Gastile, my name it is.” the man told the girl.

“You need?” 

He gave her the spear.

‘Ask him questions’

the voices told her.

‘He may be of some value.’

After a lengthy interview, Gastile was asked to come along.

“You will be needed,” the girl said, “when the others come.”

Gastile looked around. 

“Others, no I see. Safe we are here.”

“They will come.”