The Pony Express

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"Jshaverlmo." The traditional greeting was pleasent to Jordan's ears. "Difervo. Co, co." Jordan gestured to the puppy. "Ungleet, americano?" The reply came from the youth. "Germano, gervitza." "English, child." Jordan whispered, sitting in her office. "Where can I find George De' Vere, Mrs. Camelo?" "The tavern, girl. Go, be quick, the emergency is on." Jordan Camelo whispered, breathing heavily. Then she sat back, panting heavily. "Mrs. Camelo-" "Go now! Even yet, it is not Before, but it is dangerous!" Camelo ordered feebly. "Go, my girl. Go, Jaiden." She added kindly as the girl sped from the house.

I am Jaiden DeVergo. I am the mysterious puppy from the first paragraph. Let me speak about myself, so you can understand me. I look like this, there should be a photo next to here... there! A bit odd, but norma. For me. My family has disappeared like many in this country, Golden Ridge. I am German, a dangerous origin to be now. Fully German Shephard. I ran down the street, running for all I was worth. "Jshaverlmo!" I cried, knocking on the door. "Jamiska worko. Jorh mahgrim!" I added. It opened. "Gizmo!" He said with a warm smile. "Ja." I said. His expression changed. "Follow me." He curtly said, striding down a hallway. I did as told. The room I was in was awesome- candles and chandeliers all 'round. "Jadyeesmah." He barked. A fire approached. "Moano?"