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@mairin-atha:

he wore a robe, a shadow in the night. The chilled autumn wind rustled the lifeless branches above him and bit into his fingers. They wraped around a stealy hilt. light, red, powerful, light roared form his dual saber. He gripped the hilt and split the blade apart. “hello…” His voice sounded like the crushed of autumn leaves underfoot. “My name is theinconceivable1, you killed my pride.” He looked up and for the first time she saw his pupilless eyes. “Prepare to die.”

(sorry, I’m getting of the computer now! Talk to ya latter!)