Page 3 - The adventures of Aiden
P. 3
Words Sven Bannuscher
Photography Svenler
Styling Madi Ross
As Aiden pushed through the thick branches, Lucky bounded ahead, his nose
twitching. Suddenly, the dog froze, his ears perked up, and he started barking
wildly. “What is it, boy?” Aiden asked, kneeling down next to him. Lucky had
stopped by a small patch of dirt where something was glowing faintly.
Aiden reached out and brushed away the leaves. There, half-buried in the
ground, was a smooth, round stone glowing a soft blue. It was about the size of
a baseball, and as Aiden picked it up, the stone pulsed with light, warming his
hands. "Wow," he whispered, his eyes wide. "What do you think this is, Lucky?"
