

The Scorpion and The SwanLong ago when the world was new, lying deep, dark beneath the rocks sat a scorpion. Though small, he was undoubtably the most fear resident of the barren island around him. Silently crawling across the sandy floor, he was known for his cold silence, apt to sting any that dare to cross his path. After many years the scorpion had damned near kill every other creature on the island. So he sat, patiently for his chance to cross the river that dared separate him from the rest of the world. His black eyes never leaving the sodden shore of the dead island. It came to a time when the scorpion felt he would never see the outside world. YetThe Scorpion and The Swan