Work in Progress: "H.O.P.E" Part Four
Nothing much happens at the House of H.O.P.E. Until fate decides to shake things up a bit.
Despite all of these quibbles, the house is there. It was also there on one slow, summer morning. The heat was bearing down on the river like lead, and the marshes were considering whether or not they should respond to the stifling temperatures by lighting up a calming inferno to demonstrate their own sense of self.
On such a morning, very little happens, because the population of the land are too hot, sweaty and generally sick of not being able to complain about how dreary the weather is to care about anything.
During this summer roast, however, a parchment dropped down from the heavens.
