
As dawn broke and I made my way through the thick mist in the wood, songs of death were being whispered as each leave brushed my leg. As the wind picked up so did the haunting songs of life and death- what could it mean? As I turned to look in the direction of the song, a ninja appeared from nowhere! Time seemed to stop as he pulled back on his bow and I caught a glimpse of that which was delivering the songs of death.His arrow was tipped with poison songs! A b...
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