The Hidden Truth The Hidden Truth
[The Mystic Ruins, 8:30 at night]
It was another quiet night in the Mystic Ruins again. Stars shone in the sky, twinkling brightly. Crickets chirped throughout the trees. The small lake nearby made a gentle flowing sound as the water threaded through the jungle. The light of a dugout house shone from a hill. Not too far from this house, a gray fox was meditating near the river bank, eyes closed with a calm demeanor. The fox wore a white martial arts headband around his head, along with a green t-shirt on his torso. The fox was barefoot
The Journal of Milo Shaolin: Entry 2Entry 2
Hey! I'm back again. I finally had the time to get my journal out and make another entry in it.
You know, I'm starting to wonder if I should tell Rosie about my journal. But then again, journals are for personal thoughts.
So anyway, today I was sitting near the river, and I got to thinking about my past. What my life was like before Rosie and I crossed paths. It's...hard to talk about my mom and dad after they disappeared, but somehow, I just manage to get through it.
Back then, when I was first born, my family was happy. I had grandparents, aunts, uncles and whatnot. But...for some reason, as I got older, they started to just...get angry at each other. Eventually, my family split and went different ways.
But...why? Why would they just start fighting out of the blue? Before I came into the world, my family didn't have any problems. But as soon as I came along, it started. Now I wonder...could I have been the reason? I'll probably never know...
But I had plenty of happy memories
The Journal of Milo Shaolin: Entry 1~Entry 1~
Whew. Ok...how should I start this...?
Well, uh, hello. My name is Milo Shaolin. I'm an 11 year-old male fox. I got this journal not too long ago. I just felt like I needed something to collect my thoughts. So anyways, I live with my big sister, Rosie. She's an echidna. I know, I know, it sounds kinda weird, how a echidna and fox can be siblings, but I'll get to that soon.
Now I want to tell you a little bit about Rosie. She's 16 years old, and she's a martial artist. I can't remember what she normally practices, though, um...Taekwondo, I think it's called? But honestly, I...I can't say enough nice things about her. She's kind, fun, and really energetic. I'm honestly surprised I can even catch her sometimes, heh heh!
I met Rosie about maybe...10 months ago, when my parents were still alive. That day, I was being bullied...as usual. My bullies were Markus the Fox, Connor the Walrus, and Lukas the Hedgehog. Markus was the leader, I guess. Anyways, once again, I wandered into th