The Mist closes around him
As he awaits to see what is looming in the shadows
He stands with sword in hand, ready.
Waiting for the right time to attack
The wait grows longer and longer as the mist grows thicker
Finally he can wait no more and lunges in the shadows
Wielding his sword in a frenzy
The two foes meet.
One is dressed in silver the other in black
The sound of metal on metal begins to ring
The sounds of battle are know echoing through the midnight sky
The battle rages on through the night
With no sign of either foe tiring.
Finally the battle ends and the mist slowly lifts
But yet you can not see who won;
The light gets brighter as the sky rises towards the heavens
Now all you see is a suit of armor hanging in a tree looking down
And on the ground you see a man with his own sword stuck in his side.
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