Board Thread:Writer's Showcase/@comment-27007772-20150718000224/@comment-27007772-20150718155427

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A king sized bed only used by one, facing another, thick television. Brown sheets and blankets, white pillows, and right beside the bed, a closet. Living in hunting territory, he always had his 30 yacht 6 hanging on the wall in its case. A machete was held in its sheath by nails, working as a rack.

Taking a closer look at his bed, be sprung into action. The refleced light from the other room, even in the dark bedroom, lit up the bronze of a small, flat bronze face. It sat right on the floor, besides the bed. Micheal picked it up and hastefuly put it between the bed frame and the matress.

A very familiar voice to him echoed through his head.

"Nothing is hidden that will not be made manifest, nor is anything secret that will not be known and come to light.."

Micheal took a step back and flicked the light switch, lighting up the room. He thought back to the voice in his head.

"You appointed me to make the icon as a way to summon you to a specific location, not a way to alert others to your presence." he thought back in a respectful, mannered tone.