Here I stand with my sword in hand. Caked in the blood of my attackers, I wield the unholy tool as I watch the sunset beyond the horizon. The ocean, vast and overwhelming forboding, hold the secrets of the living and dead. To the left there are the ones who tried to hunt me down, while to the right the others lay in eternal rest. Blood drips from my arm as I sit and wait for them to close the distance. The sunset is so beautiful. Soon I shall return to my home, the place where dreams die and become nightmares to haunt the innocent. What will happen when they find me, why must I be hunted just for such a measly reason? Let me live in my abyss alone. Leave me to myself. No? Then welcome to the dark abyss.
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