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Originally posted by Hot Action Cop
Since corts a dumb ass (j/k dont ban me plz  ) and took away my edit ability like a moron (j/k dont ban me please) i continue this way taking up MORE damn space than editing (j/k dont ban me this is fine)
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For years they trained hard, and the boy did his best. He was conjuring up small magical spells and illusions and even some offensive spells now. But alas, their time together was drawing near as the frail weakened and now very old man drew nearer, and nearer his deathbed. Aki knew it was happening, and he wanted to deny it but he couldnt. it was inevitable. So, during their training, the man dropped dead of a heart failure, the stress had drained his life from him. Aki saw two drow approaching out of the corner of his eye, and he quickly hid the book. The drow walked over, and with a crack of their whips, Aki was back to work on the mines. They carried the body of the man that had become Aki's father with little respect, and swung it around like a ball on a teather. He was disgarded into his room, sewn up into a bag. It was now that Aki made his escape. He snuck into the mans cell, took the body and put it under the covers of his bed. He then sewed himself shut in the body bag with a broken plate he would use to cut his way out. The drow tossed the body into the deep nearby river, which was now brown and polluted. He worked fast, Aki did. He sliced and cut and sliced and cut until the hard leather encasing was off him, swam to the opposite show, and made off into the woods, his book in hand. He sat down under a large oak tree and wept. He came to the mines a boy, and left a man. It was then he made a promise to himself, and to his people, that he would one day return to free them from the horrors of drow kind
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It was getting dark, and after running all day to escape the searching drow, Aki decided it was best to stop. He took a sharp corner, and peered from behind a large oak tree, to make sure he wasnt being followed. He had a nagging suspicion that someone had been watching him, but he dismissed it as if it were nothing. He used what little he knew of his powers, and pulled up a long narrow patch of fluffly green grass.
This should make a nice bed , he thought. And yet, as he lay down, he still suspected that some how, something was studying his every move. Again he brushed these odd thoughts aside and started to sleep.
He awoke abruptly next morning and again had a nagging suspicion that he was being watched. This time it was answered before he could even try to get rid of it... a tall man with a tigers head stood before him. He had a long spear drawn, and was starring at Aki. He moved to attack, and aki threw her hands out in self defense. White vines glowing vigurously grew from her finger tips... wrapping the man in a cucoon of plants.
"Please... let me go... i wish not to hurt you. I am a friend of the writer of that book you hold."
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