Alejandro Peña-Mibelli “Bones” Adam Roberts “Explorer”

My bones! My bones! They have taken my bones! Where is my angel? The rushing of wing?

The marble is shattered, My bones have been plundered, Fragments to fragments of soft prayers cling.

“Prayers”

To my dear friend, Benedict Braddock.

Alejandro Peña-Mibelli Prayers is two syllables: Pray – ers. So there.

It was a cold dark night, and evil was at play. One explorer took a wrong turn. As the sun said goodbye and the night enveloped all, an eerie feel clouded the earth. Meanwhile, an explorer sets out on what might be his last journey ever. The clouds block the moon. This explorer started to progress on his journey through some wood. This wood was unlike any other. Everyone alive knew it was haunted. But this explorer thought that was all a lie. He set out with high hopes to disprove everyone’s thoughts of this mysterious woodland. As he made his way through the wood, he started to notice something. He heard a strange and constant drone in the background of everything that he could hear. The explorer came up on a valley in the wood. In this valley the explorer found a cave. As soon as he approached the cave the drone became louder and louder. He finally reached the cave, and after a moment, he entered. Inside the cave the noise was almost unbearable, but as he took his first steps the noise went deathly quiet. The explorer quickly moved on and came to a narrow doorway, a crack in the cave wall, just wide enough for him to stretch through. As he went through, he came into a humongous open space. He stopped dead in his tracks. Along with the big cave there was a fire burning right in the middle. There were three silhouettes displayed all over the wall. He ran.