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    Jaino


    All has started within this wonderful yet dangerous Deep Forest.


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    An adventuresome fish is traveling fast against the streaming river; occasionally, it splashes twice in whether a foot distance.


    Joyous twitters from the ludic birds— around the branches, on the sky, and in nearby the river —are loudly announcing the reawakening sun; seconded by, the croaking by some frogs as beats and the creaking by some insects as rhythm.The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    Those sounds are slightly echoing onto this cool environment, a satisfaction for these newly awakened ears.


    His lids lift slowly yet his eyes are fragile against that shimmering rays.


    Gentle fresh air, he inhales, makes the branches of his vein more alive.


    Heavy flapping of wings as the giant bird''s shadow passes through his upper body, while he''s still lying down on the bark whereas his wrists behind his head as pillow.


    His eyes have finally adopted the light of the morning sunrise and now he’s so focused at that eagle whilst other birds are soaring on the sky.


    He breathes in... ...so refreshing... then, he exhales; he thinks, What a beautiful sleep, ahmn... I''m relieved.


    His mouth is shut still; but, he smiles. He feels this delightful morning.


    He gazes at that violet mountain, purple as he''s seen from afar as he sits.


    Lacking of spirit, he then stretches his arms and body to awaken fully as his junior does proudly.


    His eyesight''s vision moves down, now he''s fascinated by the pellucid river; however, its transparency reminds him as a Norim. This, destructing the mode and making him disappoint, his name is Jaino Diarke.


    After a moment; now, his stomach growls; by this, he caresses his belly. He reaches the bag and he wears his jacket. He jumps down from the tall tree as he grasps down to each branch.


    He thinks, Norim my ass.


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    As he lands over the ground, he ducks as he observes and listens to the surroundings to avoid predators.


    He raises and he begins to move while maintaining his awareness; and now, it kindles the candles of the hopeless hunters.


    A world where freedom exists.


    Smiles are entombing our fail.


    Life, it depends to our will.


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