Xero of the Month

It was a usual day, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, and a shape was briefly seen rushing off into the caverns, passing through the forest and scaring off bugs and animals in the wake of their path. Nothing more than a blur of black and green could be seen moving through the maze that was the cavern, only accompanied by the sound of something hitting the ground and the light twinkling of something shiny held in their arms and glittering when the sun ...