Far into the deepest jungles of the Jurupa Forest, miles away from civilization, in a cozy secluded grove near a river, a small home once sat nestled among vines and twisting branches. In this home lived an old grey Xero. He had enjoyed a simple life here for many years. In the morning he tended to his crops, in the afternoon he fished and panned for rare stones in the river, and in the evening he settled by the fireplace for a well-earned dinner and rest. This ...
