It had all began with one small gesture. nothing large just a strange, sinicle man stoping and talking 2 her. He quickly reslised... trust no one.. now she was gone and all he had was a small blue animal given 2 him 4 his birthing day. he clung close to it now. the scent of his beloved still heavey on its fabric. at the faintest smell of her perfume he wept . his grief quickly turnrd to nager "i will find this man and a shall slay him through with the sword my father took to war!" at this he got up and fetched the sword off the mantle slung the massive claymore over his back an evil glimer in his eyes. he packed his bag starting with his clothes and a weeks supply of food. finaly almost as an afterthought he packed the small stuffed craeture in the bag giving it a soft kiss as he did so. he wrote a letter for his mother. oblivios to the fact that she could not read. "Maybe she'll find a scribe to read it to her" he said 2 himself and walked into the blackest night he had ever seen.
END OF CHAPTER 1
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