The
man walked down the alley a worried look on his face he looked behind
himself once before knocking on the door of his master’s office.
When the door opened he had just begun to enter the building when a
shadow dropped silently behind him and the glint of a blade was the
last thing the man saw before he fell to the ground dead. The man who
opened the door gasped and the last thing he saw was the proud face
of an Eladrin before the knife entered his heart. The Eladrin stepped
over the bodies and entered the room.
The
men in the room didn't stand any more of a chance than the two men at
the entrance. As knives flew and people fell the leader of the spies
a Tiefling with long curly horns managed to get a strike in before he
was struck down by the assassin’s endless supply of knives. Before
the Eladrin left he collected all his enemies’ weapons and his
knives and put them in his magical bag that it can hold an unlimited
number of items. As he was collecting the weapons a dwarf with an ax
charged into the room, the Eladrin drew a special knife from a sheath
on his waist and tossed the blade and it connected the dwarf
disappeared with a flash. The Eladrin picked up the knife by the
jewel encrusted hilt one of the three jewels were glowing it was a
special knife known as a trapper blade. The Eladrin quickly left the
building started heading back to his friends. The whole encounter had
lasted no longer than three minutes and there had been fifteen spies.
***
The
Eladrins' name was Aramail Snowstreak. He was also extremely young
only a hundred and one. Last year he had become an adult and he was a
master assassin by human standards and formidable by Eladrin
standards. He was part of a special organization in the Alvastian
government. It was known as the Dark Fang and it only had twenty
members. Aramail‘s friends were a team he had specially picked for
his missions and they had bonded over time. The holy knight Draxus
Lightningslayer, a blue Dragonborn with golden eyes and blades in
special sheaths attached to his wrists. The striker Airahill
Leafstorm an elf with long dark hair and a scimitar at his waist;
there was also Morgarn Flintcutter a Dwarven soldier with fiery red
hair and always had a bright smile on his face. Then there Draco Strange,
and Akta Runeater. Draco was a human Mage who had infernal powers,
and Akta was a female Elf who was a member of the mysterious group I
produttori amuleto which was elvish for talisman maker.
I
produttori amuleto had to train their members at really young ages
because of the danger of their jobs. To enchant items, they must
master the art of summon demons and sealing them into the items they
enchant giving the items unbelievable powers. Akta was rather young.
Elves were like Eladrin they didn't reach adulthood till their
hundreds Akta was forty in human age. So she was about eight in
elvish standards she had been training for twenty-five years. She
just adored Aramail who she saw as her big brother probably because
when she was fifteen he had saved her after her family was
slaughtered by goblins raiders. Aramail who had been tracking the
goblins got there just in time to save Akta he had taken her to the
king so he could her make sure she had a home, by then she was
certain that Aramail was her big brother. The I produttori amuleto
let her join their ranks with a promise from Aramail that when she
was better trained she could come along on adventures with him. About
twenty years later she had started coming along with Aramail team and
she was a great teammate she supplied the team with custom made magic
items for Draxus that meant lightning and thunder katars, for Morgarn
it was an ax that burst into flames on command, Airahill got a
trapper bow with special arrows. And Aramail got his special bag.
The
final member of the group was an Eladrin woman named Genda
Flamesender she was Aramail student. All Eladrin are born special
powers that made them different from the rest of the races. Genda’s
power was powerful even among Eladrin she could control and summon
flames. Aramail was that he could control and fade into shadows and
teleport through the world between the shadows arriving wherever he
wants almost instantly a power that was extremely rare among Eladrin
because it was power usually used by creatures of the Forcos not the
Naturalesa.
***
After
a day of travel the group managed to get home to Vetalia the capital
city of Alavastia the group announced themselves at the castle and
entered. Aramail and Genda went directly to the king's court Akta of
course followed her big brother while the rest went to the kitchens
and permanently reserved rooms the dark fang was allowed to see the
king whenever they returned unless he was in counsel but the guards
had told Aramail that the king would be able to see him when they
wanted.
When
Aramail entered he bowed and the king told him to get up. When
Aramail got up the king frowned and said "Aramail how often do I
need to tell you not to bow you most of all you were one of the
people who protected me while I battled the red dragon flare.”
“Even
though that is true I still must bow before you out of respect for a
great warrior and a fair king.” said Aramail a smile on his pale
face.
“Oh
well but this argument is not over yet I have a new assignment. We
have lost contact with the blizzard keep.”
“What
how is that possible the keep’s garrison is the blizzard regiment
led by Adrik Rocksplitter. That old dwarf would keep regular updates
even if he's on his death bed.”
The
blizzard keep was named as such because it blocked the road into the
city of Nesata and during winter it was impossible to attack the fort
and travel to the city because from the fort to the city it was a two
days travel for a small group but for an army it would take several
days of forced marching and the supply lines would not be able to get
through. Then they would have to deal with the strong walls and the
first legion also known as the flame legion led by one of the twelve
flames. The Dragonborn paladin Ghesh Redscale who was known as the,
Flame Titan, and no attacks from the sea would work because the
Alvastian first fleet was posted there, it was Alavastia’s biggest
sea port.
I’m
sending two teams to go check on the fort, it's been dark for over
two weeks, I want the two teams to scout out the fort
“Two
teams, then whose leading the second team?”
“Daran
Wolvesbane and his team are going also I just needed a second team.”
“No
not him anyone but him don’t make me work with him.”
Daran
Wolvesbane also known as the, Angel of death, was the most arrogant
person he had ever met. A half-elf with unnatural killing skills he
was known to take bounty hunting jobs on the side because of this he
was the most well-known of all the assassins in the Alavastia
kingdom.
“I’m
sorry but he was the most skilled one who was available at the time
then I learned you were back I decided to send you, and just so you
know you're in charge of this mission.”
“Yes,
your majesty.”
***
After
five days of traveling Aramail and Daran were ready to kill each
other; Daran refused to acknowledge Aramail as the one in charge of
the mission. And Aramail just was tired of Daran’s back talk.
“You
want to see who really should be in charge then let's see who the
better fighter the one who’s alive at the end” said Daran pulling
his scythe off his back and flicking it open.
“You
really want to do this Daran” asked Aramail pulling two knives from
sheaths on his waist these knives were different from the ones he
usually used. The one in his left hand was long and dangerous
looking, the blade was barbed and it seemed to put off an air of
hatred and hunger. While the blade in his right hand was the exact
opposite it was short and perfectly balanced for throwing and it was
beautiful with an air of mystery they were like night and day. Even
the fearless Daran backed away when he saw those blades he could tell
that one cut from those blades would be fatal.
“I
guess even the angel of death is afraid of the blades Sterben and
Seele.” Said Aramail as he put the blades back into their sheaths.
“What
are those blades, where did you get them?”
“That’s
for me to know and no one to find out.”
After
that confrontation Daran was the picture of good behavior and gave
Aramail no more problems.
***
A day
after the incident they came into sight of the keep and there was
something wrong. The standard of the blizzard regiment and the flag
of Alavastia were no longer flying. The keep had been attacked and it
seemed the blizzard regiment no longer held the keep.
Daran
decided his team would enter the keep and try to find out what
happened. Aramail tried to stop him but they wouldn’t budge on this
issue Aramail’s team decided to stay while Aramail went to Neesata
to try and get some help or at least information.
Soon
Akta was pouting because she wanted to come along with him. But
Aramail was the only one with the ability to teleport, to move
through the shadows that connected the world to the Forcos, the world
that lies on the edge of this world, a world that is ruled by the
undead and terrible creatures that could shatter the fragile balance
of life and death that exists in Falistia thus Aramail rarely passes
through shadows. He doesn’t mind hiding in them but he tries to
refrain from passing into the Forcos because something could follow
him if he’s not careful. Aramail stood at the edge of the shadow he
had chosen and stood balanced as if he was about to jump into a deep
hole. He took a deep breath and stepped into the shadows.
He
landed in a world of shadows and energy; he quickly pulled the
shadows into himself and made himself a form. As soon as he had
finished forging his shadow body he began running towards the door
that had been revealed. He ran as fast as his shadowy form would
allow without reaching its breaking point. He passed through the door
and found himself in a city, the smell of the sea in the air revealed
where he was. He had managed to get into Neesata, Alavastia’s
biggest seaport unseen by the creatures of the shadows at least he
hoped.
He
stepped out of the shadows and began walking to the nearest inn if he
was to get information that would be the best place. When he entered
the Dragon’s tear the first thing he noticed was the smell of
thyme, rosemary and the clinking of utensils on plates.
He noticed the bar was almost full even though it was early
afternoon. Aramail took a seat near some soldiers and waited for the
server.
The waitress came up to him to see what he wanted he ordered a big
meal because passing through shadows burned more energy than a big
battle. He ordered spiced potatoes, beef stew with a small loaf of
bread and half a cheery pie and to finish it off he had a mug of hot
apple cider. While he ate he listened to the soldiers.
“Did you hear that General Redscale is sending
another team to check the Blizzard keep because apparently we’ve
lost contact with the last team we sent? This time the one leading
this team will be captain Cloudslasher and there will be a lot of
troops in this group.” explained the human
soldier a sergeant by the marking that were emblazoned on his uniform
“Where could I find this Captain Cloudslasher?” Aramail asked,
turning as he finished his last piece of pie.
“Who are you” asked the Dwarven soldier as he reached for his
weapon the double-bladed ax that was leaning against his chair.
“Aramail
Snowstreak I’m head of a special team who answers directly to the
king, here are my orders.”As he says this he pulled a small scroll
out of the secret compartment in his bracelet that was on his right
arm.
The
human soldier took it and opened it, he quickly read it and then saw
the Quickflame crest, two swords crossed over a flame.
“So what rank would you be” asked
the dwarf the ax resting in his hands.
“According to the scroll” answered the human “he’s a colonel
and he’s been sent to investigate the keep and why it’s gone dark
and we are to give him all the help he needs,”
“What can we do to help?” asked dwarf the setting the ax down.
“Just tell me who this Captain Cloudslasher is
and where I can find him.”
“You haven’t heard of Brandis Cloudslasher? He’s a master of
the dual blade fighting style known as, Zephyr, and is second in
command to General Redscale,” Explained the sergeant as he handed
over the document.
“The “Zephyr” style that’s interesting.”
Mused Aramail out loud.
“He would be in the guard towers on the west wall if you want we
can show you the way sir” said the human sergeant.
“No, I can handle it” answered Aramail his mind still half
pondering the implications of what might happen if Brandis and him
got into a fight. Zephyr, allowed the user to achieve complete calm
in battle the opposite of the killing daze that sometimes overcame
Aramail.
***
As Aramail entered the tower he kept his hands on his knives so in
case Brandis thought he was an enemy, even though he had been let in
because of his papers. unfortunately they were fake the king in would
never in his right mind give him papers because his missions top
secret. Because he was member of the Dark Fang he was only known
about by only the highest ranking members of the military such as the
twelve flames. But the king didn’t care if Aramail used his forging
tools to make a copy of the seal of the royal family for his own use.
The one downside was a high ranking member of the military like
Captain Cloudslasher might realize it was a forgery. Of course if the
Ghesh was there it wouldn't be a problem because he would know who he
is.
As soon as Aramail entered the command center he saw a human and a
Dragonborn. The human deeply tanned skin with blue eyes on his back
were two swords crossed. While the Dragonborn was a bright red with a
great sword strapped to his back and plate armor covering his chest.
“Who are you” asked the Dragonborn who was
obviously General Redscale, Aramail quickly sheathed his knives and
held up his hands showing he was not a threat which wasn't totally
true because he was just as skilled in unarmed combat as he was with
weapons. So he was confident he would be able to protect himself even
without his blades but he was hoping it wouldn’t come down to that.
“My name is Aramail Snowstreak you might recognize my call sign,
The Shadow Assassin, I am a member of the dark fang. I have come to
help with the blizzard keep under the orders of Thandol Quickflame.”
“Really how do we know you’re here to help” asked Brandis as he
started to draw his blades but Ghesh stopped him with a wave of his
hand.
“What do you need” asked Ghesh the fire in his eyes dying a
little.
“I need you to wait three days before you march
to the blizzard keep. My team will see what the problem is and if
comes down we will retake the keep.”
“Okay we will wait, I know your reputation so I know if your on the
case it must be very serious.”
“Thank you.” said Aramail as he faded into the
shadows and disappeared.
***
One more trip through the Forcos this time complete with a wrestling
match with a zombie. As he exited the shadows in the woods outside
the blizzard keep he had to suppress a shiver as he enter the
sunlight even though he normally didn’t feel the cold because of
his shadowy powers he could stand on an iceberg and not feel cold but
the Forcos was different it was a chill that entered the soul then he
sensed something very close to that aura it was the chill of the
undead and it was coming from the blizzard keep but before he could
process this information he had to suffer a flying elf child as Akta
tackled him with a hug she may be little but she was strong and knew
how to knock Aramail off his feet especially when he has just stepped
out of the shadows he fell down right on his butt, with Akta hanging
around his neck like a necklace.
The rest of the group hearing laughter left the makeshift campsite
and gathered around Aramail as he got up and set her down on the
ground. Aramail quickly explained what had happened at Neesata as he
was finishing he noticed that Daran team wasn’t there.
“Where’s Daran and his team” asked Aramail a
worried look blooming on his face.
“They entered the keep” Explained Morgarn“we
tried to stop them but we had no choice in the matter they pushed
past us after threatening a fight.”
“It’s all right we’ll going to have to rescue them when we
enter the keep tonight. But I can feel something from the keep, a
chill similar to the the Forcos” Declared Aramail.
***
That night Aramail’s team entered the keep through the broken front
gate weapons at the ready what they saw made them stop short and
stare in horror it was what looked like a battle field but the two
sides were completely different. One side were the soldiers of
Alavastia who had been killed and were mounted on sharpened stakes
the shafts piercing their chest where their hearts were.
The other side was an army of undead humanoids and wolf undead; the
wolves were known as Ulve. But what could have raised this army, it
would take at least ten necromancers to control these many undead but
there shouldn’t have been ten necromancers left in the country
because the necromancers had united and declared war on Alavastia
years ago. The chimeras, paladins, strikers, and guardsmen of
Alavastia had banded together and slaughtered their armies. The
necromancers had no chance and once they were defeated they committed
suicide rather then get taken alive.
As they traveled through the keep they kept seeing the signs of the
recent slaughter the soldiers had gone down fighting and had taken
quite an amount of the undead from what they saw it looked like the
zombies had outnumbered them ten to one but the soldiers had still
held their own.
Suddenly Aramail heard the sounds of battle they ran towards the
sound and there they found what remained of Daran’s team. Daran was
still alive but injured really badly. Despite the injuries he was
still battling a Tiefling with two curved blades. He weaved beneath
Daran scythe and cut him from neck to waist in two diagonal slashes.
Daran fell as he dropped his weapon his mouth open as he coughed up
blood.
The Tiefling turned around and noticed Aramail and his friends he
smiled and raised his hands and declared “hello are you friends of
those weaklings that I just finished off hopefully you will be more
of a challenge, but either way you will be nothing more than a few
new corpses for my army. Rise my slaves and slaughter your friends!”
he raised his arms and the bodies of Daran and his team stood up and
picked up their weapons and charged Aramail and his friends luckily
there was only four of the undead and six of the living. Airahill
drew his scimitar and charged the Daran. Morgarn pulled his Axe out
of its sheath and took on the other human while Draxus and Genda
stood back to back and took on two elves. This left Aramail Akta to
take on the Tiefling.
“Akta I need you summon your familiar and hide,
have him protect you while we take on these guys understand?” said
Aramail a calming smile on his face, Akta nodded and ran down the
hall chanting while she ran.
“So, you will be fighting me I guess since there is no one else who
is able to fight me.” Aramail turned and noticed that the Tiefling
had walked up behind him a smile on his face. “My name is Andain
Hellflame and you are?” He said this as he tilted his head,
“I am Aramail Snowstreak the shadow assassin” replied Aramail
drawing the knives Seele and Sterben and ran at Andain. The blades
crossed as he blocked the slashing sickles, each knife blocking a
sickle at an angle that allowed them to get leverage and stop their
descent.
Andain Smirks as he says. “Oh, someone who actually knows how to
fight. Those friends of yours were quite weak, I mean really that man
called himself The Angel of Death, I don’t think he even knew how
to wield that scythe." As he says this he kicks Aramail back and
jumps back himself.
Aramail takes a stance with one knife held in front of his chest
vertically, while the other is held horizontally in front of his
stomach. Andain held his blades in a mirrored position. With his left
hand guarding his chest and his right guarding the stomach. They
circled each other slowly, while chaos went on all around them.
Aramail grinned as he lunged forward quickly, reaching he enemy
slashing his blades clashing against the Tiefling's sickles, getting
inside the curves and pushing back. Aramail was stronger than he
looked, what his enemy couldn’t see was the shadows that were
running along his body under his clothes supporting his body and
giving increased strength.
Andain grunted "your stronger then you look." He begins to
try and push Aramail back trying to get the knives out of the way of
his sickles. Aramail kept pushing forward before disengaging and then
flipping and around swinging his left leg at his knocking the sickles
away and then quickly tossing Seele at his face. Andain moved his
face quickly just barely dodging the knife and then jumping backwards
quickly.
Andain glares at Aramail and says "your pretty dam quick, never
actually met someone this skilled." Andain grins widely, you'll
definitely make a good soldier for our army, because you will no
longer be able to block my attacks with just one knife.
***
Akta ran down the hallway, carrying a small dagger and being followed
by a silver panther named, Jax. She stopped at the corner and peered
around carefully, it had been three minutes since she ran from the
fight under Aramail's orders, and she needed to find a place to hide
because the halls were infested with the undead. As she peered down
the hallway she noticed a room, the first she had seen. She would
hide in there for a few minutes while she thought of her next move.
She opens the door slowly and looks around, the coast seemed clear so
she slid in and ushered Jax into the room before closing the door.
The room was weird, it looked like it used to be a storage room, it
appeared to be used for spare weapons. But now the walls were covered
with symbols that made Akta's stomach upset just by looking at them.
Akta pulled out a small notebook and quickly copied the symbols into
it.
Once she finished copying them down she moves deeper into the room,
there she finds an ominous altar. The altar had once been dedicated
to the god Hastios, god of the sun and enemy of the undead. It had
been desecrated and corrupted, the symbols Akta had seen on the wall
surrounded the altar along with what looked like intestines and
organs were draped over the altar like disgusting clothing. Where the
medallion of Hastios would be found was a very different necklace,
decorated with some crossbones beneath a goat skull.
Akta reaches out her hand and as she mutters a small spell, as the
spell is finished the emblem begin to glow a sickly green. "so,
it's enchanted and with such a disgusting spell. Could this be giving
the undead in the fort power?" She signals for Nightshade to
watch the door as she explores the room looking for a hint as to what
is going on with this room. After several minutes of searching she
finds what looks to be a desk with a magic lamp sitting on it
lighting a small notebook. She holds her hand over the book for a
moment to see if there are any spells cast on the notebook. When it
doesn’t glow, she picks it up slowly and exams the book as she
looks at the pages she quickly realizes it's coded pretty heavily
expect for the first page where it has a drawing of the emblem with
the words under it. "Cora the lord of the undead, the land of
Alavastia will drown under the tides of their own undead citizens"
Akta looks at the altar "so, it's an altar to Cora huh, then I
must purify it or else all the dead in the area will just keep
reviving." As she says that to herself, she begins to move over
to the altar to begin the process.
***
Aramail struggled to block a barrage of blows from the Necromancers
sickles, he already had a lot of small cuts all over his body from
where his defenses had failed. He flipped back as the necromancer
charged him knocking one of his blades out of his hand with his right
boot. As he lands on one hand he pivots on it so that his legs spun
like a windmill knocking the second blade out of his opponent's hand
before pushing off with his hand landing softly back of his feet.
Andain smirks "it’s a shame that the undead don’t have the
skill they did in life, if they did then you would be a prize beyond
belief. But even so you'll still be a strong soldier." With a
flick of his wrists two long curved knives fall from his sleeves and
into his palms as he charges again his arms a blur as he rains a
flurry of blows onto Aramail.
The Eladrin swears under his breathe "god dam, how long does it
take to get in position." He steps back and his foot lands on
something the rolls away, making him fall on his butt taking the
breath out of him. Andain lunges forward with his blades slashing in
a diagonal cross shape when the blades stop as he gasps. He looks
down to his chest where the blade that Aramail had thrown jutted
through his chest, the knives drop from his grasp as he turns his
head to see who stabbed him. Standing behind the necromancer wielding
the knife was a shadow, the shadow pulled the knife out of Andain
allowing him to crumple to the ground. The Tiefling looked at the
Eladrin as he stood up noticing that Aramail didn’t have a shadow
anymore.
Andain coughs blood and says. "It was your shadow, that’s why
you threw the knife at me even through there was the chance I would
dodge it. You set up a trap, that was beautifully done." The
shadow shook the blood off the knife as it walked back up to Aramail
and handed it back to him before melting into the ground rejoining
its owner.
Aramail spoke up as he looked down at his enemy. "As you
probably know, each Eladrin has a power. Some can stretch their
bodies like rubber, others can speak to animals and plants. Some like
Genda can control an element. But out of all the Eladrin's I am
extremely unique, I can control shadows. This doesn’t just extend
to my own shadow I can also move through the world of shadows, those
aren't my only abilities but I won't go into them now that your
dying.
The Necromancer glared at him and said. “Enjoy this small victory
today. Because soon, you will see what true fear is as you are
swallowed under a tide of never ending undead.”
Andain let out one last breath as Aramail speaks, the moment he dies
from his wound a patch begins to spread almost like the color is
being drained from his body. Soon its finished and the body crumples
to dust. As his body crumbles to dust the corpses that his friends
had been fighting fell to the ground like grisly puppets with their
strings cut.
The moment that happens Draco and Airahill fall to the ground
panting, even though they were trained warriors, that was a hard
fight especially since they knew the two they were fighting. Draxus
leaned over and helped them both up allowing them to lean on him. He
helped them climb the stairs as the rest of the group followed, when
they reached the surface they looked around at the corpses now
understanding exactly what happened.
Genda frowns as she mutters. "I thought the necromancers were
killed in the last war, but it seems one survived. But for him to
attack a fort all on his own and to control that many undead. It's
unheard of that level of power is insane."
Draco shakes his head and speaks up. "He didn’t show any
strain at controlling those ghouls, not to mention he didn’t seem
distracted by having to control those corpses. It's possible that he
used some kind of magic item to control them and keep them from
straining his mind so he could make more maybe?"
As they spoke about this something comes flying from the tunnel and
tackles Aramail knocking him to the ground. "Big Brother
Aramail, I found something really neat!" She gets up and holds
up a notebook with cryptic symbols on the cover. "I found this
in what in a storage room near a very odd altar, it used to be a
portable altar to Hastios but it had been desecrated and corrupted,
and it had been converted to an altar of Cora and it was releasing an
aura. The aura was turning all the dead in the area into undead
monsters. I purified the core of the altar so that its aura would
die."
Draco's eyes widen and he gasps. "that would explain why Andain
was able to revive them without having to focus on channeling energy
to them, it also explains why he was able to give such a hard time
while we were having to fight those ghouls."
Aramail looks through the book and says "its heavily coded,
useful things I can make out is the drawing and the words under it.
We need to take this back to the capital, it might have some useful
information to for the future. But first we need to cremate the dead
so that they don't have to go through that ever again. Genda do you
mind using your powers to make a funeral pyre?"
Genda nods as she ignites her hand. "Gather the wood and we can
give them a warrior's send off."
A few hours after the funeral they stood on the walls of the fort
looking out. They had already risen the flag and the night was
coming. As they stood there watching the sun set they all felt that
this was not the end, but just the beginning of something big. They
all hoped that no matter what it was that they would be able to
weather the coming storm.
***
In a dark room sat a round table with an ornate candelabra sitting on
it. Around the table were seven figures sitting in the darkness. All
that could be seen of the figures was their eyes and their outlines,
as they sat there, one of the candles went out. That is when the
shadow with green eyes spoke up.
“It appears that Andain has failed us, not only has his life
disappeared but I can no longer even sense his soul.”
In response the shadow with the light blue eyes that saw nothing
said. “I was not aware that there were still warriors who could
perform such a feat as to sever the connection of the soul to this
world.”
The red eyes scoffed. “I doubt that is what happened, most likely
that fool used his forbidden spell. We know that there are still
strong warriors in the country, that is why we desire it so much.”
Green eyes laughs. “Good point, I doubt we have much to fear
through, for now we will allow our subordinates to handle the plan.
If it does come down to it we can enter the fray and show them what
true fear is.
As the conversation ends the light starts to fade from the room.
Almost as if the light from the candles that were still lit was being
consumed by the darkness around it. As it fades one last sound is
heard. “Now let us see how long the forces of this country can hold
out against the darkness we bring.” With those words the room
becomes completely dark.
To Be Continued.
(feel free to leave a comment on anything other then my grammar. I already know it's bad but i just write these for fun :3 if you like it please tell me)
