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	The sky was painted in a variety of shades of lilac and purple. The lake glimmered constantly, as if it was beckoning for a lost acquaintance. Beyond the lake lay a castle, which overlooked the entire landscape. The castle was abandoned, its numerous facilities probably lined with neatly-woven cobwebs. A small light flickered from one of the many windows of the palace, while a thick and uncompromising fog obstructed the view of the castle. A hooded traveler walked the patch of land that was separated from the castle by the ever-flowing river. A tall post lantern failed to illuminate the nearby forest, which seemed to be engulfed by the unending darkness.


	The traveler sat beside the post lantern, staring across the river.  Behind her was an assortment of trees, all sporting barks that were colored in a shade of dark purple. Many other travelers talked about the creatures that would roam the forest at night. Few brave people ventured into the forest, only to leave a mangled corpse behind. Whenever the forest got into the way of a plotted travel path, the path would be altered immediately. Nobody would dare cross [b]Owenshook Forest[/b].

	The traveler sat on the grass, pondering to herself. The darkness threatened to invoke fear within her. Stories of the horrid creatures that roamed the forest at night. Devious monstrosities that waited patiently to devour anybody who dared to trespass their territories. The shedding of blood and the shattering of sanities.

But she did not fear anything.

	She was sick of having to feel scared. Fear was very common in where she lived, and she was tired of having to pay respect to the authorities. She wanted to be as free as a bird, flying across the boundaries that separated the nations of the world. She continued to think to herself as she sat on the grass. Her companion, a small cat, climbed up on her lap. It was not a mere cat, for she projected it onto the material plane using her very imagination. The cat had gained a conscience of its own, unraveling its own wisdom.
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"Have you figured it out yet?"

[color=cyan]"I'm used to keeping secrets. I have long figured out the true nature of my homeland, and I fear that it is beyond saving."[/color]

"Not exactly."


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	Just then, a shadow began to enlargen. The shadow of a slender but tall man covered the traveler in what would be fear and wariness. The mysterious figure's very presence made the air colder. However, our traveler did not feel negatively affected by the sensation. She welcomed the coldness, and she anticipated the strange man's introduction.
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[color=silver]"Oh, hello traveler. I do not get visitors very often."[/color]

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	The traveler turned her head backwards to be greeted by a man wearing a robe. He wore a strangely-designed mask resembling the skull of an exotic animal. The man leaned on a staff, which had a texture that resembled the dark-hued trees that surrounded the masked stranger. A crystal was embedded onto the top of the staff, which acted as a source of light at the moment.
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[color=silver]"Many people here fear me for my unfathomable power and skill in the dark arts. Only such a person would approach me without fear."[/color]

[color=cyan]"I have been bathed in fear since my birth. I have grown tired of it, and so I have set out to quench my need for adventure."[/color]

[color=silver]"Very well. What do you come for?"[/color]

[color=cyan]"I need a place to stay for the night. When the sun rises, I shall set out on a journey."[/color]

[color=silver]"That would be fine with me. There is only one thing that I must ask you. You see, I am a necromancer. I have embarked on the quest for absolute power, and I have attained it. Nowadays, nobody understands me, and nobody would want to have anything to do with me. Why do you put your trust in me, despite my mysterious figure?"[/color]

[color=cyan]"I can see what lies in your heart. You long for company. You regret your shortcomings. One day, you will fathom to these faults in your heart, and nothing will be left of you. It would be my pleasure to accompany you in your last moments."[/color]

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	The necromancer nodded sadly. Soon, he would succumb to his power. Despite his knowledge in the dark arts and occult rituals, he did not know what would become of him. He had mapped out many possibilities. He might become a Reaper, devoid of any empathy, who set out to reap the souls of the fallen. He might also become a Lich, immortal and with the whole world for himself to explore, or conquer. He did not really know what he should do at his final hour. All this he thought to himself as he led the traveler to his small hut, located within the depths of the haunted forest. They soon reached the necromancer's humble domain.
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[color=silver]"Good night."[/color]
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A young girl woke up in her bed. She was stuck again in her own room. Her bed was neatly stationed beside her worktable, and a couple of papers where attached to a foam board hanging on the wall. Everything was in black and white, and it strained her eyes.
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"Ari, it's time for breakfast!"

[color=cyan]"I'm coming!"[/color]

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