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Blood was all across what used to be brown earth. Thunder and lightning struck the sky continuously. A man , no more than twenty nine, could be seen on the ground with arrows in his back and a cut across his midsection. A shadow approached and a hand reached down toward the man. He could only gasp for breath as the hand reached in his armor and pulled out a roll up piece of paper.
"This is what I needed. I do apologize for it coming to this but a job is a job no matter what it takes."
The mysterious shadow man turned and walked away as a final plea came from the man," Don't.....do this. You don't know what could... happen if that falls.... into the wrong hands."
The shadow man stopped and sighed, "Don't know, don't care. I was hired for one purpose and one purpose only... to retrieve this by any means necessary."
He said nothing more and left the man laying there. A horse came into view and the man mounted it and rode toward the mountains that lay east.
A small little village came into view and as the man rode in he could hear a voice yelling happily, "Aiden! You've made it back. Thank God."
