The Story Teller's Review

One day drop just couldn’t take the loneliness, so he read books he had stolen from the village. He researched for weeks and found out how he’d come to life, after all he was made of yarn. Apparently the dragon’s blood that soaked into him gave him life. That meant if he were to attach a strand of his yarn to an object it might come to life. Drop knew exactly what he would bring to life.

 

Drop started looking for a cave, until found the perfect one. He started down the cave with a pickax. He walked until he found a wall of glowing ore.

Drop struck the ore once, twice… BAM! The entire wall shattered. Drop took what he needed and left. When Drop got back to his cabin he started putting pieces of ore together, when the pieces came into contact with each other they fused together, as if they were magic. Drop made a flat face out of the ore, it was spiked on on both sides and had a dip on the top, the face was covered in colorful swirls and star like shapes. There were three vertical lines down the middle, all of them were red. Each spike was colored blue, red, or green, there were holes for each eye and a hole shaped like a mouth underneath the eyes, there was a sun around the right eye and a moon around the left. Drop smiled and grunted as he plucked a strand of his own yarn, and tied it on both sides of the face. He had made mask.