| A slightly fogy day in gobi desert a young child was playing outside of the gate. Then he turned around, in the shadows he saw lurking a shadowy figure with a name of pitch black his eyes glowed yellow in the shadow and his wand glew a surprising orange. Startled, the child ran. A few seconds later a bolt of lightning of the color orange struck the child in the back and he dropped dead. The lifeless little body of the child laid on the ground. The shadowy figure walked out of the shadows and stood tall. He looked at the heavens and smirked, picked up the childs little gold and left. The murderer was carefully walking threw the allies between houses to avoid the guards he knew where they were by heart. He saw a man and his child walking home from the grocery. It was night and all the man and his child could c in the ally was glowing yellow eyes. The father took his child and ran, all the while yelling for help. The father was struck in the back with a orange bolt of lightning. He kept running. He was struck again, The father fell to his knees as the child looks back. The father gave out a sad look before he was hit with the final fatal blow. The child yelled for his father. Then he saw the murderer come closer the child took out his little livery`s dagger and ran at the Shadowy figure. He slashed at the Man once then the murderer picked him up threw him into the wall pointed his wand at his head and used a bolt of blue lightning. The childs eyes went black as his body fell to the ground. a large army of guards came and surrounded the killer. He smirked and dropped his wand and lifted his arms into the air. The largest guard (the warden) walked next to the murderer took out his spear and sent it threw his right shoulder to his left waist. The murderer fell to the floor with a blood curteling scream, Then you heard his black heart of coal stop beating. A large mass of light shed threw all of gobi desert. Balls of energy hit the dead bodies of his victims and they all slowly woke up. The father rose and ran to his son, kissed him on his forehead and picked him up. He looked at the warden and shook his hand as a sign of immeasurable thanks. He looked down at the lifeless body of the murderer as if to reassure himself that it is really dead. He returned home bringing his young child with him. |
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