Paris, France - One سال later
It was a surprisingly lovely night in present-day Paris; the sky was clear and warm, revealing the bright full moon, lighting up the balcony of the tiny apartment of Carmelita Fox. The pleasant weather led her to wearing an elegant purple silk dress; it kept her cool in the warmth of the night, only having decent exposure.
Carmelita stared up into the soul of the moon, thinking of him… Sly Cooper. Where did he go? Is he alright? Is he lost forever? She had hoped that one دن in this life, she will see him again. And she hoped her little one will get to know him at all…
Carmelita’s baby cooed soothingly, like a gentle wind that lifts a feather off the ground like it was floating on it’s own. She looked down to her slumbering infant and smiled at her with a tender, loving heart. Juniper لومڑی looked much like her father and grows up with the دل of her mother. Her curly hair navy blue, her فر, سمور a brownish-gray color, and the most beautiful and unique hazel-gray eyes. One day, Carmelita thought to herself, Juniper will follow her parents’ path, but which parent?
This worried her and made her sad, and she thought of Juniper’s father, missing him. She then said, thinking it could reach out to him, “Where are you, Ringtail?...”
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Ancient Egypt
It was boiling hot in the desert, so hot that it was hard to see, to think, to feel, to move, to breathe...
Sly Cooper had seen in the distance a few pyramids, and an odd statue when he first arrived in this unknown time. Well, he was definitely in Ancient Egypt; no tourists anywhere, and the area seemed quite empty. Sly had walked his way toward the structures…
Because of the extreme heat and all the sand making it مزید challenging to walk, Sly was beginning to feel exhausted as he treaded on up and down a ہل, لندن towards the structures. He was fairly close to see some detail of the statue when he finally gave out, collapsing onto the fiery sand with a dusty thud.
Sly thought that this might be the end of him. But not just him, his legacy. He was unsure if it would live on یا not, but he had hoped in his دل that it will. He felt it, now; and knew his legacy will continue. It was too hot for Sly to do anything but to think of her one last time…
It was a surprisingly lovely night in present-day Paris; the sky was clear and warm, revealing the bright full moon, lighting up the balcony of the tiny apartment of Carmelita Fox. The pleasant weather led her to wearing an elegant purple silk dress; it kept her cool in the warmth of the night, only having decent exposure.
Carmelita stared up into the soul of the moon, thinking of him… Sly Cooper. Where did he go? Is he alright? Is he lost forever? She had hoped that one دن in this life, she will see him again. And she hoped her little one will get to know him at all…
Carmelita’s baby cooed soothingly, like a gentle wind that lifts a feather off the ground like it was floating on it’s own. She looked down to her slumbering infant and smiled at her with a tender, loving heart. Juniper لومڑی looked much like her father and grows up with the دل of her mother. Her curly hair navy blue, her فر, سمور a brownish-gray color, and the most beautiful and unique hazel-gray eyes. One day, Carmelita thought to herself, Juniper will follow her parents’ path, but which parent?
This worried her and made her sad, and she thought of Juniper’s father, missing him. She then said, thinking it could reach out to him, “Where are you, Ringtail?...”
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Ancient Egypt
It was boiling hot in the desert, so hot that it was hard to see, to think, to feel, to move, to breathe...
Sly Cooper had seen in the distance a few pyramids, and an odd statue when he first arrived in this unknown time. Well, he was definitely in Ancient Egypt; no tourists anywhere, and the area seemed quite empty. Sly had walked his way toward the structures…
Because of the extreme heat and all the sand making it مزید challenging to walk, Sly was beginning to feel exhausted as he treaded on up and down a ہل, لندن towards the structures. He was fairly close to see some detail of the statue when he finally gave out, collapsing onto the fiery sand with a dusty thud.
Sly thought that this might be the end of him. But not just him, his legacy. He was unsure if it would live on یا not, but he had hoped in his دل that it will. He felt it, now; and knew his legacy will continue. It was too hot for Sly to do anything but to think of her one last time…
