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As the young fighter gulped down his blood that was in his mouth he tumbled into a clearing. He could still hear them coming in the distance. As he seen the birds before him flying away from his loud breathing and his heavy walking he wish he too could fly away. The hoof beats where getting closer. There was no point in running any further. If anything let it end right here in now he was tired of running. But wait… Something strange…In the distance…a purple haze? As he stared threw the trees and purple mist like substance was floating there like a cloud. He decided to investigate. AS he walked over to the mist the horses where behind him now. One man yelled out some words that where spoken in a different tongue. The young man paid no attention to them. One of them men ready his bow to finish the boy off. The boy was losing tremendous amounts of blood. He walked yet even closer to the mist. The man on the horse began to what seemed like count. The boy still yet walked closer until he was standing in the mist. He started to shake. Then all of a sudden he fell to his knees and began to shake even more. The man on the horse not concerned and fired his bow. It shot right into the boys left arm but it didn’t seem to draw attention to the boy as he was still shaking. The man on the horse readied his bow once again and fired. It hit the boy in the head. He fell to the ground and lye there. The 4 men on horses knew he was dead and rode off into the night. The haze passed as fast as it came and the down still lye there. It wasn’t until a local witch by the name of Isabel rode by on here over sized cat. She was more like a goddess than a witch but looks can be deceiving. She threw the body of the boy onto her cat and rode off. For days she traveled threw the forest. After the Ninth day she came upon her broken down house. She tied her over sized cat up as if it was a horse and grabbed the boy and drug him into the house. She laid him on the table in the middle of the room and went about her business. After about an hour she came back to him. She pulled a small bag from a shelf that contained a black substance. She pulled the arrows out of the boy licking the one from his head. Then she filled the wounds with the black substance and went out side. 3 years later the boy was starting to look disgusting but purple puss was oozing out of it wounds. The witch began to put the puss into a container and gave the boy some of it in his mouth. 3 weeks went by and still the boy lay there. But something odd was happening. He was starting to look flush. Another 3 weeks went by and the boy was moving. He was out in about but his fingers where twitching. Soon the witch started feeding him liquids that where in various containers on a shelf. Hours later the boy started speaking. It wasn’t words but you could tell he was coming about and the wounds where no longer there. He started to open his eyes and look around. It didn’t look like anything he had ever seen or smelled. The witch had went Shroom hunting with her cat and wasn’t anywhere to be seen. The boy sat up and started to walk out the door. As he reched the outside he took in a deep breath and started off into the woods. Why, he had no idea.

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Proline63

I liked the last line espeicially.

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jebus

whoa, it seemed liek a movie in my head lmao. big cat it hoguht it was garfield it was funny. do the rest.

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Dylan Smoker

That was a pretty awesome story man. Good job.

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