Ravensblood Forest When I was a boy the Dead Sea was only sick.

Pan hopped up and down joyfully. Then he suddenly saw an orange and black colored butterfly go past him. Lets chase it! He said in determination. He darted towards the butterfly which, possibly knowing it was being chased, sped up and flew side ways and zig zagged all over. Pan looked behind him to see if Julooke was following. Chasing butterflies was a favorite past time of his. One time, he even snatched one in his mouth but it tasted horrible so he spat it back out. He thought it ironic that something so beautiful would taste so bitter. C'est la vie. He thought to himself.